Olivia
“I’m loving this relationship, L! Your girl spends the night, and we get to feast!” Eric exclaimed, shoveling an omelet into his mouth.
Mumbles of agreement echoed around the room as the guys in the house enjoyed the breakfast I made.
“Well, if you had proper ingredients in here, I would make more than omelets,” I told the guys.
“Little lady, if you're going to be a regular here, I’ll make sure there’s a damn supermarket in this kitchen,” Big John said.
I smiled and shook my head at him.
“Baby, you know you don’t have to cook for the house every time you stay,” Liam said as he entered the kitchen to put his plate into the dishwasher.
I sighed and replied, “I know, but I like to cook. It’s my stress relief.”
He walked closer and wrapped his arms around me. “I could offer you
