"Finally!"
I looked at the dessert I made with pride. After two hours and fifteen minutes of hard work, I was finally able to master the art of making a Souffle. I looked at the clock. It's seven. Edmund will be back from practice any minute. Putting it safely on the counter, I decided to take a quick shower before he's home. I picked up my favourite shower gel and blasted my favourite song through the speaker. Dangerously by Charlie Puth.
Singing on the top of my lungs, I opened the door. The sight made me froze for a moment. In front of me, was Edmund, looking like a Greek God in person. His head pushed back, hands running through the hair as water rain down his drool-worthy body. Enough to make the bottle fell from my hand. My eyes wandered south, taking in the perfect view of his six
