Ella
Morning comes earlier than I anticipated. I am still at Maliks' penthouse and he is showering taking his time. I flip some pancakes for the both of us, making sure to add some scrambled eggs. My mind is a wild arena and I try my best to calm it. I really acted rash and damb, that sure did cost me everything. I just got to desperate to see my said father that I didn't stop to think carefully on what step to take.
I hum to self as I set the kitchen bar. The coffee is warm, and I keep it in the coffee machine. Malik waltzes into the kitchen and his hands snake around my waist pulling back against his hard naked chest. A small gasp escapes my lips at the contact. This connection we share is more prominent now. I can even feel the bond buzzing between us.
He hums as he rocks us a lit
