HIS TOUCHES

Alaina's POV

I woke up to the sizzling smell of coffee and bacon. The smell pulled me from the depths of sleep. At first, I thought I was dreaming, or maybe a neighbour was up early, filling the morning air with the comforting smell of breakfast. But then, the smell was closer—intrusive. My stomach grumbled, a wave of hunger settled.

I pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed, careful to move as quietly as possible. My heartbeat quickened as I padded down the hall, every step making me more certain that someone was in my house. I paused at the doorway, gripping the frame for support, and peered inside.

There, standing in front of the stove like he belonged, was Michael.

I cleared my throat, wanting him to be aware of my presence, but he had already noticed me. His dark eyes flicked up, locking onto mine, and a slow smile curled his lips.