Cassie disappeared into the kitchen, her bare feet padding against the floor as she rummaged through cabinets. Emmett sat at the edge of the bed for a moment, running a hand through his hair.
Last night had been… different.
Not just because they’d fallen asleep together, not just because he’d woken up with her still beside him—but because it had felt right.
And Emmett wasn’t used to things feeling right.
He pushed himself to his feet, grabbing his jeans off the floor and pulling them on before heading toward the kitchen.
Cassie was standing by the stove, one hand in her hair, the other tapping idly against the counter as she stared at an open carton of eggs like it had personally offended her.
Emmett leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You do know you actually have to c***k
