Hardin Scott has been madly in love with Tessa Young since the moment he first laid eyes on her, but there's no way she could ever see him as anything more than a friend. After all, he's a bad boy with a promiscuous past and she's a sweet and innoce...
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I wake up before Hardin, so I decide to sneak down to the kitchen and make some breakfast. I quietly wiggle free from Hardin's arms and make my way down the creaking steps to the kitchen.
I quietly riffle through the cupboards and fridge for all the ingredients I need to make the pancakes Betty taught us to make at the bed and breakfast.
As I'm pouring the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients, I hum to myself. I quickly glance up to see Hardin watching me from the doorway. "Hardin! You startled me!"
"What are you doing?" he asks in a sleepy voice as he wipes at his eyes.
"Making breakfast for your mom, as a thank you for yesterday," I reply cheerfully.
"Step away from the mixing bowl, Miss Young."
"What?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"Drop the whisk."
"Hardin! I'm trying to cook here."
"I know. And that's very dangerous."
"What are you talking about?"
"I love my mum. I don't want her getting food poisoning."
"Hey! That's not very nice."
Hardin walks into the kitchen and makes his way behind me. "Hand it over, Theresa."
"Hardin! Stop it!"
Hardin tries to wrestle the whisk out of my hand.
"Let go!" I laugh.
"I'm sorry, but you can't be trusted with this thing," he declares as he finally wrestles it away from me.
"You're such a jerk! And you got batter on me."
"I can fix that." Hardin leans down to kiss away the batter on my cheek, before placing a passionate kiss on my lips.
Suddenly, I hear Trish clear her throat from the door way. "Trish!" I gasp and push Hardin off me.
"Aren't you two a sight for sore eyes." She laughs.
"I-I was just making breakfast," I stutter.
"But you got distracted?" She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Actually, I was trying to save you from her breakfast." Hardin chuckles and I elbow him.
"Well, whatever is going on here... it's so wonderful to see both of you so happy and in love." She smiles. "Why don't you two go get ready for the day and I'll finish breakfast."
"But I wanted to help." I pout.
"I appreciate that, but I don't think my kitchen can take much more of your help." She laughs as she looks around at the flour and pancake batter scattered all over the countertop and floor.
