Mia
As I went down the stairs, I smelled coffee and bacon. James must have been cooking breakfast again.
I found him in the kitchen transferring crispy bacon from a frying pan onto plates.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, eyeing me with interest as I descended the last few steps.
The word sunshine tugged something deep within my heart, and I felt weak in the knees.
“Morning,” I replied as I hopped onto a barstool.
He poured me a cup of coffee.
“Thanks,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” he stated, smiling.
He appeared to be in a fine mood after what happened in the bedroom only twenty minutes ago. I eyed him with interest, too, as I raised the hot cup of coffee to my lips. I noted his dark hair was wet and that he had on a pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt. Despite the fact he wasn’t i
