Alice

I woke up to the smell of bacon. This has never happened before, as I always prepare my meals since I live alone. I didn’t open my eyes right away and first felt the cool emptiness of the bed beside me—Lance was already gone—and the faint ache in my body, a sweet reminder of what happened last night.

A slow smile curved on my lips before I finally sat up. I feel like singing, knowing who could be the one busying himself in the kitchen.

Oh, I can't wait to have a morning like this.

From the bedroom, I could hear the soft clatter of a pan and the...