The soft glow of the morning sun peeked through the kitchen windows, casting golden stripes across the marble counters. It was just past 7 AM, and I had come down groggy-eyed, hair still messy from sleep, expecting silence and maybe the distant hum of the fridge.Instead, I was welcomed by the rich, mouthwatering aroma of garlic and herbs sizzling on a pan—and the sight of someone entirely unexpected.Javier Greyson stood in front of the stove, shirtless, wearing only a pair of charcoal-gray running shorts that hung low on his hips.His skin glistened slightly, probably from a recent jog, and his hair was a tousled mess of dark waves, sticking up here and there in a way that somehow worked annoyingly well on him.His back muscles moved with each stir of the pan, and I had to blink hard to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.He was humming some jazzy tune under his breath, like he had no care in the world.“You’re up early,” I said, trying not to sound startled—or affected. I crossed my a
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