STELLAThe hangover was horrible—everywhere ached. But unfortunately, it didn’t blur the memory of every word James and I shared last night. Everything was still crystal clear.I blinked and turned to the side where James was supposed to be, and it was empty. I quickly sat up, my heart skipping a beat.Dragging myself off the bed, I headed out of the room. The smell hit me first—coffee, eggs, and something that almost made me forget the throbbing in my head.And there he was. James, standing by the stove, a spatula in hand.For a moment, I just stopped and admired him. I couldn’t help the smile that formed, and without thinking, I walked behind him and wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek to his back.“I thought you would be in bed,” I whispered.He chuckled, his free hand covering mine. “Good morning to you too, darling. Hungry?”“Starving,” I teased, but mostly for attention.James turned, eyebrows raised. He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on my forehead.
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