CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Truce and TruthsEVAI woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, and for a moment, I let myself just lie there and breathe it in.This was becoming a pattern. Grayson cooking breakfast while I pretended I wasn't getting used to it. While I pretended it didn't make something warm and dangerous unfurl in my chest every time I walked downstairs to find him at the stove.I got dressed slowly, pulling on jeans and one of the soft cashmere sweaters from the closet, and made my way to the kitchen.Grayson stood at the stove with his back to me, wearing dark jeans and a gray henley that clung to his shoulders in ways I absolutely was not noticing. His hair was slightly damp, like he'd just showered, and he was humming something under his breath.The whole scene was so domestic, so normal, that it made my throat tight."Morning," I said.He turned, and a smile spread across his face—genuine and unguarded in a way that made my heart skip. "Morning. I made pancakes. And bacon. A
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