Gina.
I woke up the next morning to see that I was alone in bed. I had slept off last night after I cleaned up, and I didn't wake up all through the night until this morning.
The last thing I remember was being cuddled up in Denver's hand and having the sweetest sleep ever. I woke up feeling elated and, oh yeah, hungry.
Very hungry.
I got up from the bed and walked into the sitting room, only to be welcomed by the sweet smell of freshly made pancakes.
I was already salivating when I got to the kitchen, and imagine my surprise when I found out that it was none other than Denver that was cooking up a storm.
"Hey," he said as he perfectly flipped the pancake.
Is it just me, or is there something sexy about a man wearing an apron while making breakfast for the woman he smooched the pr
