The kitchen fills with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pancakes, but it's not the only aroma wafting through the air. She sits, watching him cook, her gaze lingering on his ass, his broad shoulders. He feels her eyes, turns, and catches her licking her lips. Smirking, he walks over, his hips swaying, and leans down, his lips brushing her ear. 'You're not the only one who's hungry,' he whispers, his voice thick with desire. She shivers, her breath hitching as he straightens, his hand trailing down her arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.