Lauren woke up to the smell of food.She stirred beneath the duvet, momentarily forgetting where she was. The sheets still held the warmth of another body, but the space beside her was empty now.A soft aroma drifted up the staircase—eggs, maybe… something buttery and warm. Her stomach fluttered with hunger, but more than that, curiosity.She slipped out of bed, wrapping herself in the oversized robe hanging from the door, and padded barefoot down the hallway. As she descended the stairs, the scent grew stronger—eggs, toast, and something distinctly peppery.Ethan was in the kitchen, standing over the stove in grey joggers and a plain black T-shirt, barefoot, hair slightly tousled like he’d been running his fingers through it all morning.He didn’t notice her at first.He was plating scrambled eggs—soft, creamy, perfectly golden—next to two slices of buttered sourdough toast, crisp turkey bacon, and a small pile of rosemary-dusted breakfast potatoes. There were also fresh strawber
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