Chapter 13
I woke up to the mouthwatering aroma of breakfast drifting in from the kitchen. Blinking against the morning light, I rubbed my eyes, trying to recall the events of last night.
After everything that had happened—Liam being back and the argument we had—I wasn’t sure what today would be like between us. I expected things to feel tense, a little hostile even.
But the delicious smell and the comforting warmth that filled the house eliminated that notion, replacing it with a small ray of hope.
Finally, I dragged myself to the kitchen and stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening at the sight that greeted me. There, on the opposite side of the kitchen, was Liam—shirtless—flipping pancakes in a pan.
I swallowed hard, my gaze involuntarily trailing along his toned back, his muscles m
