Since you are happy

AARON’s POV

I came out of the bathroom and was welcomed with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling my nostrils.

There Bella was,standing by the cabinet with a gentle smile on her face, holding a steaming mug of coffee.

"Good morning," she greeted me, her voice soft and warm. "I made your coffee just the way you like it."

I took a sip, and the rich, bold flavor burst in my mouth, warming me from the inside out. It was perfect, just the way I loved it. But I couldn't let her know that, could I? I couldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that I appreciated her efforts.

"It's not bad," I said nonchalantly, trying to maintain a composed facade. "But make sure it's even more perfect next time."

“This one wasn’t perfect?” She raised a brow questioningly.

“Practice makes perfect,” I responded instead and then took another sip.

God it was too good. Too fucking good. She was a natural,no doubt.

“Okay then,” she said quietly.And I could see her eyes traveling down my body