Bianca

There was another surprise for me the next morning.

St Just had spent the night with me and when I came awake, it was to the aroma of bacon and eggs sizzling on the pan.

I peered into the kitchen, wearing my towel as I rushed over after a quick shower. And I was startled to see St Just at the stove, preparing breakfast like he did it every day. I was fresh from the shower and went up to him, winding my arms around his waist and kissing his back.

The fresh smell ...