Aaron was barely awake when the aroma of something cooking woke him up. It took him more than a second to remember that there was someone else in the house except him. He turned to his side, and saw that it was barely even 6am. He groaned, as he got out of bed.
“What was she doing up so early?” he asked himself as he got out of bed, and prepared for head downstairs. The aroma alone made his stomach rumble.
“What are you doing?” he asked, and she jumped.
“I figured that you would be leaving to work in a few hours, so I decided to make breakfast.”
He walked over to her side, and turned off the gas a little violently. “You don’t have to do any of that,” he said. “You are here as my fake girlfriend, and not as my wife.” Seeing her in the kitchen felt alien. Aaron could sweat that he had ne
