L (Cameron POVI woke up to the smell of waffles.Which was weird, because I definitely hadn’t bought waffle mix.I groaned, my face still smushed against Brandon’s hoodie, which I was still wearing because… comfort. His side of the bed was empty, but warm.The apartment was way too quiet except for some bad humming and the faint sound of something sizzling, probably in a way it shouldn’t.I padded into the kitchen, hair sticking up in four different directions and socks half on.“What,” I croaked, “are you doing?”Brandon turned around, beaming, holding a spatula like he was on Chopped.“Making breakfast,” he announced. “Because you had a crap night and I’m trying to be a supportive boyfriend.”I blinked. “We don’t own a waffle iron.”“We do now,” he said smugly, pointing to a suspiciously cheap-looking one on the counter.I squinted. “Where did that come from?”“I ordered it last night while you were dead asleep and cuddling me like a squid.”“I was not—”“You definitely were. Arms.
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