Morning light spilled through the kitchen windows in a soft, unhurried way, turning the pale countertops warm and making the steel appliances gleam faintly. Adrea stood barefoot on the cool tiles, hair tied up loosely, sleeves rolled to her elbows as she cracked eggs into a bowl with steady hands.The smell of coffee filled the air. Aris had ground the beans himself. He claimed it made a difference. She had no arguments. She liked watching him move around his kitchen like he belonged there completely, unselfconscious and relaxed, as if the space had been waiting for him.She whisked the eggs, added a pinch of salt, then glanced over her shoulder at him.“You are staring,” she said mildly as his gaze slid up to meet his.“I am appreciating,” Aris replied unrepentantly, leaning back against the counter with a mug in his hand. “There is a difference.”His gaze went south and then back up as a slow smile grazed his lips.She snorted, turning back to the stove. “You appreciate loudly.”“Th
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