I stir awake as the delicious smell of waffles tickles my nose. I love waffles! My eyes fly open to see a tray on the bed beside me containing a glass of orange juice and a stack of waffles. Crispy, yet fluffy golden grids of goodness, with each pocket holding a sweet little mixture of butter and maple syrup. I have to gulp down the saliva building up in my mouth before it drools out onto my pillow. I quickly sit up and find Jartre sitting on the edge of the bed watching me in amusement, his long snowy white hair cascading around his gorgeous face almost glowing in the light of the morning sun.
Fucking hell, does he always look this amazing?
“Now I know how to wake you up; bribe you with food,” he chuckles, his deep rumbling laugh reminding me of thunder, which seems incredibly apt give
