Morning light filtered into the painter’s apartment from the edges of the blinds, but the stray beam of light that fell across her face was not actually what woke her. What woke Savannah was the smell of bacon, shortly followed by the sound of it sizzling away on her stove. The red head started awake, lurching up a bit in her bed before remembering that the ceiling was far closer than it should be, and flopping back against the pillow with a grunt.
Eventually, she clambered down the ladder and poked her head around the corner of the half wall to find Cory standing at the stove, a pair of tongs in hand. She’d been feeling pretty drowsy right up until she saw that he was still bare chested, having put on his jeans but not his shirt. The sight of the guy she liked standing at her underused s
