Jade
So…Suppressing all of my urges, I tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly to avoid making any noise. After a minute of searching, I found the stairway. Walking downstairs, I immediately heard shuffling sounds, likely coming from the kitchen.
I wasn't sure until the delicious smell of pancakes hit my nose.
So, he was cooking?
Or maybe not. Judging by how bossy they were, they could probably have a maid come over to make breakfast for them.
Without making any further assumptions, I walked toward the kitchen. The sight of Devon Ashford unfolded before me: shirtless, with his trousers hanging low on his waist, expertly flipping perfectly baked, golden-brown pancakes.
Wow!
So, he indeed was cooking.
I blinked twice to convince myself it was real and to co
