*Kiera*
I wake up, once again, to the smell of something delicious wafting through the air. It still takes me a moment to remember where I am, the now familiar surroundings slowly coming into focus. I stretch, yawning as I glance around the living room, now brightened by the morning sun.
When I shuffle into the kitchen, the sight before me is… unexpected. Will stands at the stove, his back to me, wearing nothing but a pair of navy pajama pants that hang low on his hips. The sight sends a rush of warmth through me, and I clear my throat, trying to shake off the sudden flutter of nerves in my stomach.
“Uh, good morning!” I say, my voice a little croaky from sleep.
He turns, flashing a grin that makes my heart skip. “Good morning! Want some eggs?”
“Are you always half-naked when you coo
