Elena.

“You should have bought some chocolate spread,” I muttered, pouring a generous amount of maple syrup over my pancake until the top was covered in the thick, sweet liquid. Killian simply looked on, his eyes filled with a look of amusement mixed with horror, as he poured just a small amount of syrup onto his own pancake, a striking contrast to my portion.

“Do you know how much sugar is in that syrup?” he asked, watching my hand reach for the syrup bottle again as if I weren’t full yet. I didn’t stop; instead, I reached for it and poured more over my pancakes until the bottle was nearly...