CLAIRE

I woke up to the smell of coffee and something cooking, the bed beside me was empty but still warm. I stretched, my body pleasantly sore, and smiled at the memory of last night.

Pulling on one of Julian's shirts, I padded out to the kitchen. Julian stood at the stove, wearing sweatpants and no shirt, flipping pancakes.

"Morning," I said.

He turned and smiled, his eyes warming when he saw me in his shirt. "Morning," he replied. "How did you sleep?"

"Amazing," I admitted, coming over to wrap my arms around him from behind. Julian flipped another pancake before turning in my arms to kiss me properly.

"Good,"...