“Yum,” I groan, closing my eyes and savoring the taste. I thankfully remember to chew with my mouth closed, which is a miracle as my mouth is having a party and throwing social etiquette to the wind. Cayden’s chuckles alert me to my pancake PDA, and my cheeks instantly heat. “You can cook me pancakes any day,” I say from behind my hand as I continue chewing.
“Only if you promise to make that face when I do,” he counters, which only has me blushing further. I continue to stuff my mouth in fear I’ll say something I’ll regret.
He shakes his head, grinning as he coats his pancakes with butter and syrup. It appears we both like our breakfast simple, but the same can’t be said for the tension bouncing between us. We eat in silence, but the air is heavy with unspoken promises.
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