ADRIANNA’S POV

The next day, I woke up quite early in the morning to the sweet aroma of pancakes streaming into my nose. Enticed by the aroma, I got up from bed and quietly made my way to the kitchen to see Eric flipping a pancake on a pan with a spatula.

I rested my head against the edge of the kitchen door, and couldn't help watching him with a dreamy smile on my face.

He was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, accentuating the lean cut of his narrow waist and the powerful expanse of his broad back. The muscles...