Sweeter Than Honey

Chapter 10: Safe and Sound

Spencer's POV:

The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting warm patterns across my bedroom. I stretched, feeling a pleasant soreness in my muscles from last night. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of bacon and eggs. Cassia.

I sat up, a slow smile spreading across my face. Cassia and I had been officially together for two weeks, though it felt like so much longer. Every moment with her had been a blend of excitement and comfort, a perfect mix that made my heart race and settle all at once.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded down the hallway, following the delicious smell to the kitchen. There she was, standing at the stove in one of my shirts, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves. The sight of her in my space, so at home, made my chest tighten with affection.

"Good morning," I said, my voice still husky from sleep.

Cassia turned, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Morning, Spence. I hope you're hungry. I made your favorite."

"Always," I replied, crossing the distance between us to wrap my arms around her waist from behind. I buried my face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent mixed with the smell of breakfast. "You didn't have to do this, you know."

"I wanted to," she said, leaning back against me. "Besides, you've been taking care of me so much lately. I thought it was my turn."

I kissed the side of her neck, savoring the way she shivered in response. "You're amazing."

She turned in my arms, our lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss. It was moments like this that made me realize how lucky I was to have her in my life. Her hands came up to rest on my chest, fingers tracing the contours of my muscles through the thin fabric of my shirt.

"You make it easy," she murmured against my lips, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

We pulled apart reluctantly, and she turned back to the stove to finish cooking. I couldn't resist the urge to watch her, mesmerized by the grace with which she moved. After a few minutes, she plated up the food and set it on the table, where we settled down to eat.

As we dug into our breakfast, we chatted about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing as naturally as the food on our plates. Cassia's laughter filled the room, a sound that I couldn't get enough of. It was moments like these that made all the chaos of our jobs worthwhile.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, catching me staring at her.

"I was just thinking about how perfect this is," I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish.

She reached across the table to squeeze my hand. "It really is, isn't it? I mean, I know it's only been two weeks, but..."

"But it feels right," I finished for her, squeezing back. "I know exactly what you mean."

After breakfast, we cleaned up together, our movements synchronized as we danced around each other in the small kitchen. Every touch, every glance, was charged with an undercurrent of desire that simmered just beneath the surface.

Once the dishes were done, Cassia turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, what's next on the agenda for today?"

I grinned, stepping closer until our bodies were nearly touching. "I can think of a few things," I said, my voice dropping to a low, intimate tone.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Oh? And what might those be?"

Instead of answering, I leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She responded immediately, her arms winding around my neck as she pressed herself against me. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the tension between us ignited.