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The kitchen was soon filled with the mouthwatering smells of breakfast, and I couldn't help but feel proud of my handiwork. The bacon was crispy, the toast golden brown, and the eggs cooked to perfection. I plated everything with care, adding a touch of green with sliced avocado.
"Damn, Calla, you've outdone yourself," I thought, taking in the sight of the delicious meal before me.
As the aroma of breakfast continued to fill the air, I found myself growing more and more excited for Dominic's reaction. This simple act of nurturing was my way of showing him that I cared, that I appreciated everything he had done for me. And as I waited for him to join me in the kitchen, I couldn't help but hope that this meal would bring us closer together, that it would strengthen the connection we had already begun to forge.
I was so lost in the culinary rhythm that I didn't even notice Dominic until he entered the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with drowsiness. His gaze fell on me and then the plates of food, eyes lighting up as he took in the morning feast I'd prepared. "Calla, this looks amazing."
"Oh! You were sleeping? I just assumed you went to the gym or something like that. I hope I didn't wake you."
"No, this is a great way to wake up. And I should have left you a message, but I got called in just a few hours ago. You looked pretty sound asleep, so I just slipped out. One of my patients was having some uncertain responses to medication, and I just had to go in and balance things out. But, all is ok."
"Oh, thank God. So you must be so exhausted. I mean, it's not like we got a lot of sleep last night." He kissed the side of my head and playfully swatted my behind.
"We did not, indeed. And I concede – I cried mercy first. But, I have to say, I think you were on a mission to make that happen. Not that I minded in the slightest."
His comments made me blush. I might have played all the cards I could last night to try to make a grown man go weak in the knees. And yes, it was all worth it. I poured some coffee for him. "I figured I owed you a decent breakfast after everything you've done for me."
"Owed me? Hardly. But I'm not going to complain about waking up to such a pleasant sight," he said, his admiring gaze shifting from the food to me. "And by pleasant sight, I mean both you and the food, just to be clear."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Dr. Harrington," I shot back playfully, rolling my eyes but secretly pleased by his compliment.
He moved closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. "You really didn't have to do this, Calla, but thank you. It smells incredible."
"You're very welcome," I replied, unable to suppress the smile that spread across my face at his touch. "Now, go sit down before the food gets cold and soggy."
"Bossy, bossy," he chuckled, releasing me and obediently taking a seat at the kitchen island. We slipped into easy conversation, our playful banter filling the room along with the scent of the breakfast we were about to eat.
"Since when did you become a master chef?" Dominic asked, genuinely curious and impressed. "I don't think I've ever had a woman cook for me like this before."
"Let's just say I had to learn how to fend for myself when it comes to food. Besides, cooking can be therapeutic," I admitted.
"Ah, is this your way of telling me you're secretly a cooking prodigy?" he teased, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Hardly. More like a hungry college student who couldn't live on takeout forever," I retorted with a laugh. "But if you're not careful, I might just make it a habit to spoil you."
"Promise?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and I couldn't help but laugh again at his hopeful expression.
"Let's see how you like today's breakfast first," I said, winking at him as I placed the final plate on the counter. "Bon appétit, Dr. Harrington."
"Thank you, Chef Calla," he replied with a smirk, digging into the meal with gusto. And as we ate, laughed, and talked, I relished the warmth of our connection – a connection that was only growing stronger with each passing moment.
"Calla, tell me more about yourself," Dominic said between bites of eggs. "I mean, I know you're an amazing cook now, and you've just graduated from business school, but what else do you enjoy doing?"
"Ah, trying to figure out the mystery that is Calla Rosewood?" I quipped, taking a sip of my coffee. "Well, I enjoy reading, traveling when I can, and I have a slight obsession with old black-and-white movies."
"Interesting. Any favorite books or movies?" he asked curiously.
"Too many to count and you’ve asked me this before," I replied with a laugh. "But if I had to choose one book, it would be 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'"
"Classic choice," Dominic mused, nodding his approval. "What about your family? Tell me more about them."
"I have a younger brother besides my sister, Cassie, whom you've met," I answered, hesitating slightly. "My brother and I don't talk much these days, though."
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry to hear that," Dominic sympathized, his expression softening. "What about your parents?"
"My parents are divorced and I wouldn't say they're friends, but they've figured out a way to co-exist, most of the time." The less said, the better.
