NEXT MORNING

SOPHIE WESLEY

Knox was already in the kitchen when I got downstairs, fully dressed for work.

I paused at the kitchen door and stared at him, a smile spreading across my face.

He was fully dressed. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, an apron worn over his outfit.

My eyes tracked his movements as he cooked effortlessly like he'd been doing this all his life.

Oh, heaven! I'd do anything to watch him all day.

“Hey… you're here…” his voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and my heart skipped as his eyes welcomed me.

I realised that I’d been drooling over me, grinning from ear...