HAZEL STYLES POV

"You look really good." I grinned as I watched him cook, and he smirked.

"You should still be in bed. I was planning to surprise you with breakfast," he said, flipping the contents in the pan he was holding.

My gaze lingered on his bare chest and the way his muscles rippled as he moved about, the kitchen counter the only barrier between us.

"Stay in bed and miss all of this," I said and placed my hand beneath my chin, my elbows resting on the counter. I watched him ...