CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
RYAN’S POV
I flipped the pancakes expertly like I had done a thousand times before, bobbing my head to the sound of hip-hop music. Today morning felt different and my body must have been a thousand times energized. It was like I had woken up a completely different person and strangely enough, I loved this new me. Once I was done with the pancakes, I carefully served them on one plate, then put the coffee in the cups.
“Pancakes and abs for breakfast. I like it,” I looked up, finding Zoe, leaning by the kitchen doorway, her long legs visible under the dress shirt.
“Then why don’t you come over and have the first bite, see if you might like the taste,”
“Oh, you don’t want to dare me on that,” she spoke slyly as she cat-waked towards me, her legs a tantalizin
