One year later

Senna’s POV

“Are you coming in for breakfast?” I was bent over the carrots in the garden, weeding them. I wiped the sweat from my brow. It was already hot, even though it was still early in the morning.

I turned to see Kalev smiling down at me. Shielding my face from the sun, I smiled back up at him.

“Depends,” I teased. “What did you make.”

He held out his hand to me and pulled me up from the ground.

“Waffles,” he said, pulling me in for a kiss. His lips tasted like coffee.

“Then yes, I’ll be right in.”

I pulled off my gardening gloves...