/Amber's pov/
"Hello, Mike. Good morning. Breakfast?” My mother presented, a loaf of bread in her hand.
He nodded, an appreciative smile on his face. "Of course, Sarah, it would be fantastic." He came up behind me and threw his arms around me. "Hey there, Angel. "I was thinking about you last night," he said.
I couldn't help but giggle when I heard my mother 'awn' gently. "Oh, you were, weren't you?" My hand slapped his palm as he slid his hand from in front of me to behind me beneath the counter.
He chuckled and came to take up a position beside me. "Without a doubt, I was. The previous night, I enjoyed spending time with you in bed. Hopefully, your mother will agree to let me stay with you from now on," he continued, gazing at my mother with optimism.
"Don't push it, Mike," she said
