Speaking of Snacks

Maddox POV

The next morning, my place smelled like fresh pancakes. Warm, sweet, buttery, like the kind of morning you don’t get unless life is being generous for once. And just like I’d suspected, Hads was in the kitchen, a big apron tied around her waist. It looked oversized on her, cute the way she tied the rope around her waist. My chest did that stupid thing again.

Maybe I should get her one,