Emma
“Do you like eating chocolate cake for breakfast, Mr. Armstrong?” Grandma asked as we sat at the breakfast table. After Killian was practically dragged into the house by Corinne, he had no choice but to join us for that morning meal, and from the look on his face, it didn't look like he wasn't enjoying it, especially when my grandmother was fussing over him. So much, praising him and giving him food.
“I love cake, actually, any flavor whatsoever,” he replied to Corinne with a charming smile, and my grandmother almost melted with love.
“Aww and you need to eat a lot to keep that hotness,” she commented, gesturing towards Killian's sculpted body mischievously, which made him laugh.
"Grandma…!" I scolded her, and she shrugged.
"What? They’re just truths,” she defended herself. “I k
