Chapter Forty One

The next morning I woke up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and waffles. It was strange because my breakfast usually contained sad greens and coffee. I gathered the sheet around my naked body and disappeared into the bathroom.

When I walked into the kitchen dressed and showered, he was staring into the fridge with a frown on his face. "Do you never cook a meal?"

"Marianne has put me on a strict diet. No carbs and limited calories per day." I shrugged, circling the island and stepping behind him. He smelled deliciously masuline, and he was only wearing gray sweatpants, exhibiting his muscled build. I had never seen him this closely during the day and I couldn't disagree on the fact that I wanted to see him like that every single morning. "I thought you'd leave in the morning."

"No, I canceled all my meetings for today. Why does Marianne have to decide what you should eat?" His eyes scanned me head to toe. I'd put on my shorts, a tank top and walked barefoot to relax my sore fe