Chapter Four

I was awakened before the sun by the aroma of coffee. I briefly lay in bed, confused, and gripped the book he had given me the night before. The way his thumb touched mine and his eyes burned like a secret I shouldn't have known still made my heart race.

With each heartbeat, the memories throbbed through me. With my hair in a chaotic state and my hoodie falling off my shoulder, I dragged myself out of bed and went down the hallway. The scent intensified as I approached the kitchen; it was earthy and deep, with a hint of sizzle from cooking on a pan. He was...