Growing Feelings

Emily woke up the next morning to the soft aroma of coffee and the sizzle of something delicious being cooked. She stretched, feeling the comfort of Andrew's bed enveloping her. She blinked in the morning light, recalling the events of the previous night. She felt a mix of emotions—relief, embarrassment, and a strange sense of warmth knowing that Andrew had been there for her.

Pushing aside the blanket, Emily made her way downstairs, following the enticing smells to the kitchen. There, she found Andrew, already up and busy at the stove, his hair slightly tousled and his expression focused. He looked up as she entered and smiled warmly.

"Good morning, Emily," he said, his voice gentle. "I hope you slept well."

Emily returned his smile, feeling a bit shy. "Good morning, Andrew. Yes, I did, thank you. And thank you for letting me stay."

"Of course," Andrew replied, turning back to the stove. "Come, sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."

Emily walked over to the small table by the kitchen