The morning sun filtered through the crimson velvet drapes in Aiden’s bedroom, casting golden light across the stone floor and the edge of the bed where I still lay tangled in sheets and tangled in thoughts.
My body hummed from the night before, my lips still tingled with the memory of his kisses, and I hadn’t felt this blissfully drained in… years. Maybe never.
I stirred slowly, stretching like a satisfied cat.
The scent of cinnamon and baked dough drifted into the room, luring me out of sleep completely.
I blinked at the tray, resting on the nightstand beside me. Freshly made breakfast?
With a soft smile tugging at my lips, I sat up and studied the spread: pancakes slightly singed around the edges, scrambled eggs glistening with too much oil, toast charred on one side, and a fruit
