Katherine’s POV
I woke up to the soft scent of maple syrup and warm bacon filling the air, the kind of smell that makes your stomach react before your eyes can even open. As my lashes fluttered, I saw Andrew standing in front of me with a tray in his hands, his figure outlined by the soft morning light peeking through the curtains.
I blinked, slightly startled, trying to process why he was here—in my room, watching me sleep, holding breakfast like this was some kind of rom-com. He climbed onto the bed carefully, and I instinctively shifted back, unsure of his sudden sweetness.
“What are you doing?” I asked cautiously.
Without answering at first, he gently placed the tray in front of me. My eyes dropped to the food: a stack of fluffy pancakes with golden syrup glistening down the sides,
