Chapter 158

EMILIA

“I must be hallucinating,” I tease, leaning against the doorway and watching my very shirtless, very distracting boyfriend navigate the kitchen. “For some reason, I’m seeing my boyfriend. That can’t be right. Mr. MVP has been far too busy to bother with his lonely, boring girlfriend.”

I’d woken up in the best way possible—his side of the bed slightly messy, the faint scent of breakfast in the air, and none of it is Tessa’s doing.

Now he’s in nothing but shorts and an apron, the evidence of his hand-squeezed orange juice long forgotten. He glances back at me, doesn’t even startle, and strides over. His lips crash onto mine, hard, demanding, until I can’t help but let out a soft moan. He trails kisses down my neck, nips at my collarbone, and then grins, devastatingly.

“It’s not like that, my love.”

“Oh?” I arch an eyebrow.

“I made you breakfast. You’re just in time.”

Two plates of avocado toast with perfectly poached eggs and a glass of