The kitchen was bathed in warm morning light, the sunlight streaming through the windows and glinting off the countertops, filling the room with a golden glow. The faint chirping of birds outside blended with the soft sizzle of chicken and vegetables in the pan, the aroma of coffee and toast drifting through the air. I stood by the stove, stirring the contents of the skillet, when Aeri appeared in the doorway, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
She was wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts, the hem barely reaching her thighs, her smooth legs and the cleavage open visible through the open neckline making my throat tighten.
I gulped, my heart doing a quick flip as I took her in—she looked so effortlessly hot, her messy hair and half-closed eyes only adding to it.
"Ugh… I'm making breakfast for us," I said, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to keep my voice steady as I turned back to the stove, hoping she didn't catch the flush creeping up my face.
