I blinked awake, stretching slightly, only to wince at the lingering soreness from last night. A deep blush spread across my cheeks as the memories flooded back—his touch, his dominance, the way he completely owned me.
I turned my head and saw Jesse still asleep beside me. His usually gentle features were relaxed. In sleep, he looked so innocent—beautiful in a way that made my heart squeeze.
I bit my lip, resisting the urge to trace my fingers down his face. Instead, I carefully slipped out of bed, grabbing one of his shirts and slipping it on. The fabric hung loosely on my frame, smelling like him, and I felt a strange warmth settle inside me.
I decided to make breakfast myself.
I wasn’t the type to cook, not anymore, but I used to—back when I used to live with my family.
Cooking had
