Chapter Six
Hunter
The moment I wake up and smell the sweetness lingering in the air, I grin. f*****g hell.
Lennon makes the best damn homemade cinnamon rolls, and if I wasn’t trying to keep her at a distance, I’d stroll right into that kitchen and snag myself one. s**t, I just might anyway.
She normally makes them on the weekends, but then I remember tonight is the start of their anniversary celebration. Valentine’s Day feels like it was yesterday, and now we’re already halfway into March.
Groaning as I think about their special weekend, I slide out of bed and put on some gray joggers so I can face the reality of my unfortunate life.
“Mmm, babe. These are delicious.” I hear Brandon moaning as I round the hallway into the kitchen.
“Oooh, thanks baby,” I mock his sickly-sweet tone. “
