I would awaken this morning to find the bed at my side now cold and absent from my kind and handsome bedfellow. Through the extent of the night, I had found a comfort in his arms and the pattern of his heart only to be neglected as my eyes would pry open to view my isolation. The events of the previous day would race through my mind in a blur of lust and growth before settling for the sweetness of our final moments of consciousness set in this spooning position.
Rather quickly, I would set myself onto my soles and set off into the living room, where a sudden aroma would leave my mouth watering. French toast, bacon, eggs, and chocolate chip pancakes made from scratch would line the counter with Xander standing behind the line of the stove upon finishing the final set of hashbrowns for the
