Once we were both ready, we went downstairs to the kitchen and Dan began preparing breakfast. I offered, but he insisted on doing it alone, so I decided to sit back and relax, even though I was sitting in his front while watching him prepare the food, I still couldn't believe he could cook.
I’m no time the fresh aroma of pancakes and strawberry jam filled the air as Dan turned around and walked to where I was seated.
“Breakfast for my sweet girl.” He smirked placing the plate on the kitchen island.
“This looks delicious.” I mused as I stared at the plate.
Dan cut a piece and fed me, the look of anticipation lacing his face as he watched me eat.
“So…how is it?” He asked.
“It’s so good! You are an amazing chef.” I told him and I wasn’t lying or only saying that to please him. The
