TARA

Breakfast was on my lap an hour later, and I couldn't stop grinning like a child opening presents on Christmas morning. It wasn’t anything too special, but it still tasted like a meal at a fancy restaurant.

And damn, Aidan looked delicious as hell, serving me breakfast in bed with his bare chest, tattooed muscles, and a devilish smile on his pretty face. 

While having my meal, I pulled out one of the books I had DNF for so long that it had started to collect dust in ...