Morning arrived far too quickly.
Golden sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting streaks of light across the polished hardwood floor.
Naomi groaned the moment her alarm rang.
After barely four hours of sleep, getting out of bed felt less like a choice and more like a legal obligation.
She eventually forced herself upright, tied her hair into a loose ponytail and wandered toward the kitchen.
The smell of something burning reached her before she did.
She stopped in the doorway.
"...Should I be concerned?"
Adrian looked up from the stove, wooden spatula in hand.
"Good morning to you too."
Naomi glanced at the frying pan.
"What exactly is that?"
He looked offended.
"Breakfast."
Sebastian walked in a second later, took one look at the pan, an
