Amelie's POV
I’m awoken by my alarm clock going off. It’s still dark outside, and I look around, confused. How did I get to this room? I rub my eyes and realize I’m in my room at Nathan’s. Did I pass out last night, and he carried me up?
I slid out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I shower, then change into dark jeans and a cream-colored Aran knit fisherman’s sweater. I pull on my knee-high camel-colored boots that Nathan insisted I get and head down to the kitchen. Nathan is already in the kitchen and standing at the stove.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he smiled.
I stretched, “Morning, Nathan, what are you doing?”
“Just making omelets for our breakfast,” he responded.
“A billionaire and a cook too?” I smiled, “Man, I’ve hit the jackpot in the husband department.”
Nathan lets ou
