Zander's POV
Stella comes down looking like the rest of her life. I don't think she understands how much I love the mundane with her. I love her bare-faced and freshly showered. I love her blonde hair with its natural curls. I love all the freckles dotting her face. I especially love her in my clothes. I want to save this image as mine, only mine, no one else should get to see her like this, vulnerable and unguarded. I want all of her.
"You look cute," I say when she gets closer. She scowls at me but I see the tips of her ears redden. She is too adorable.
I point to the coffee maker in the kitchen.
"When did you get a coffee machine?" She says walking to the kitchen.
"I've always had one but I just got this one last week."
"How come you never gave me coffee all the other times I cam
