EMMA’s POV :
“I have a big meeting tonight, so I might be home late. Are you gonna be okay?”
Ian had his back to me as he was making breakfast for us. He made amazing scrambled eggs, just like Kirsten. I was sitting on the bar stool with my elbows propped on the kitchen counter, my eyes were admiring the body shape of my gorgeous fiancée and yes, his cute butt.
“Emma?” he asked again, pulling me out of my daydream.
“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m gonna go explore the village area, maybe check out some of NYU’s college bars. Hook up with some cute college guys,” I replied cheekily.
“Hey!” he shouted and he turned around. He was holding onto the frying pan. Pulling out a plate, he put some eggs on it and served it to me.
“Kidding. I don’t like bars that much anyway.
