(Elodie)
I speared the last piece of pancake with my fork before slipping it into my mouth and chewing. I couldn't help but glance back up at Beckett, realizing he was still staring at me intently.
He has been doing this the entire time. Just watching me... and I'm honestly surprised I was able to clear my whole plate, considering how nervous I felt right now. But damn were these the best pancakes I have ever had in my life.
I quickly reached up, adjusting my ear slightly as I could now hear the sounds around me more clearly.
"Are you sure you made these?" I asked for the fourth time, completely in denial that Beckett Storm might just be the total package.
Handsome, buff, and a good cook?! What am I missing? Truthfully, the Beckett that I have seen has been nothing like the one I w
