Amanda Bell
By the time I walked downstairs, Thomas was cooking some pancakes. "Hey, there you are!" his eyes lit up, and I loved how his face shifted from focusing on cooking to admiration when his gaze roamed my body. Everything about him, everything he does or says, makes me feel beautiful.
"I have fruit and pancakes..." He said, opening a high chair close to the island.
"Thanks, it smells wonderful." I smiled, and he pecked my cheek. See? Those little things are the ones that have me tripping all over him.
"I called the building´s management, and the roof garden room is available. I booked it and called a friend who does weddings... The place will be ready by seven. Uncle Jeff agreed on marrying us today... that was sort of a given..." he chuckled, and I looked at him with awe.
