Chapter 73

The next morning I woke up fully satiated from last night's activity. I was a little sore, but a happy kind of sore. I patted my hand on the other side of the bed and felt a little disheartened when instead of Xander’s warmth I was greeted with the mattress's soft coldness. I rolled out of bed, wrapped myself in the warmth of a fluffy robe, and padded down to the kitchen. The scent of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I entered. I couldn't help but smile. The scene was mind-boggling, out of the movie. Xander stood at the stove, his back to me, his strong arms deftly flipping pancakes in the skillet. His disheveled hair added to the morning charm, and I couldn't deny how lucky I was to have him. My heart swelled with affection as I approached. “I never knew I was in for a surprise,” I took a step toward him. “And, yet you were able to spoil it for me, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast on the bed,” he said, turning to flash me a smug grin that made my heart ski