~∆~ Mariah's POV ~∆~I wake up to the smell of bacon and the sound of Ethan humming off-key in my kitchen. For a split second, I forget about last night's hallway encounter and just feel grateful that my boyfriend is the type of guy who makes breakfast without being asked.Then I remember green eyes and a rough voice saying "sweet dreams," and the guilt comes flooding back."Morning, beautiful," Ethan calls when he hears me padding toward the kitchen. "I made your favorite."He's standing at my stove in nothing but his boxer briefs, and objectively, I know he looks good. Ethan works out religiously, has to, to keep up with his werewolf metabolism, and it shows. Lean muscle, perfect abs, the kind of ass that would make most women weep with gratitude.So why do I find myself comparing him to broad shoulders and a black t-shirt stretched across a chest that looked like it could stop a fast-moving train?"You didn't have to do that," I say, accepting the plate he hands me. Eggs Benedict
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