CYNTHIA’s P O V

‘‘Good morning…’’ Jake spoke in that rich, velvety voice of his.

The mere sound of it caused an acceleration in the rate of my heartbeat. I turned around and beamed at him. ‘‘Good morning… Are you coming down to eat?’’ I placed my hand on his shoulder and leant my chin on them, looking up at him in an appealing manner.

I didn’t know why I did it, it just felt right. We had grown rather close to one another, considerably closer than we ...