~ELENA

I woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting into my nose.

My eyes fluttered open as I stretched, and I looked around, the empty room confirming my suspicions that Joey was not in the room.

He was in the kitchen. Cooking. A small smile tugged on my lips as memories of the sex we had last night flittered into my head, and as I stood up, I noticed that I was sore. In a good way.

My smile widened slightly.

I told him that I wanted to forget, just for the night, and he did exactly what I ...