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The warm rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room as I slowly stir from my slumber. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, enticing me to wakefulness.
As I blink away the remnants of sleep, I realize that Ethan’s side of the bed is empty.
Curiosity piqued, I pad barefoot out of the bedroom and down the hallway, following the irresistible scent of coffee to the kitchen.
And there, standing shirtless amidst a cloud of steam, is Ethan, his muscular form illuminated by the soft morning light streaming in through the windows.
I can’t help but admire the way his broad shoulders ripple with each movement, the defined lines of his chest and arms hinting at strength and vitality.
The sight of him cooking, completely at ease in his own skin, sends a rush of warmth coursing through me, igniting a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach.
“Good morning,” I greet him, my voice soft as I lean against the doorway, watching him with unabashed admiration.
He turns towards me, a bright smile spreading across his face as he sets down the spatula and crosses the room to greet me.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he replies, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.
As he wraps me in a gentle embrace, the intoxicating scent of his skin, mingling with the aroma of coffee, fills my senses, enveloping me in a sense of comfort and contentment.
“What are you making?” I ask as he walks back to the stove, turning down the heat. He opens a cabinet, takes out a coffee mug, and rinses it in the sink before pouring coffee into it.
“Just whipping up some bacon and eggs,” he replies, gesturing to the skillet. “I hope you like it.”
“You know I love bacon and eggs,” I respond enthusiastically, making my way over to the kitchen island where he’s set up our breakfast plates, my stomach rumbling with hunger.
Ethan chuckles, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “I’m glad you approve,” he replies, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he flips a sizzling strip of bacon in the pan.
I glance around the kitchen, searching for something to assist with.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I offer, eager to contribute in any way I can. Nothing is as sexy as cooking breakfast with your man.
But Ethan shakes his head, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Nope, I’ve got this covered,” he says, handing me a steaming cup of coffee. “You just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his response, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me at his thoughtfulness.
“Well, if you insist,” I reply, sinking into a nearby chair and taking a sip of the aromatic coffee.
As I watch him move around the kitchen with practiced ease, the tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs filling the air, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.
You know how I said nothing is as sexy as making breakfast with your man? Well, scratch that because I think it’s even sexier to watch your man make you breakfast shirtless.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today? It’s Saturday—any plans?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
I pause, considering his question. “Actually, I can’t hang out today,” I reply, a hint of disappointment in my voice. “It’s Chloe’s birthday, and we’re going out to celebrate.”
Ethan nods understandingly, his expression thoughtful. “Ah, Chloe’s birthday. That sounds like fun,” he remarks, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Are you excited?”
I smile, nodding eagerly. “Definitely! It’s always a blast when we get together to celebrate,” I reply, my excitement evident in my tone.
He returns my smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, I hope you have a great time,” he says sincerely, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand gently.
“But don’t worry, we’ll make plans for another day, okay?”
Ethan nods, his gaze lingering on mine for a moment longer before he turns his attention back to our breakfast.
I spend the rest of the morning shopping for gifts for Chloe, and she always talks about owning a pair of strap heels at one of the boutiques we go shopping, so I got her that and a few other items.
By evening, we all meet up at a bar to celebrate. As we step into the lively atmosphere of the bar, the pulsating beat of music fills the air, mingling with the chatter of patrons and the clinking of glasses.
