Zephany's gaze fell on Kendrick, seated casually with one hand holding his phone, the other cradling his coffee mug like he had walked straight out of a lifestyle magazine. His hair was slightly tousled, shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms.
She blinked.
Why does this man keep looking more handsome every day?
She shook her head quickly, trying to dismiss the thought. "Morning," she greeted softly.
Kendrick glanced up and gave a small smile, calm and warm. "Morning. Slept well?"
She nodded, pulling out a chair. "Yeah… thanks for letting me sleep in."
He handed her a plate, his tone gentle. "I figured you needed it."
Their fingers brushed slightly, and Zephany quickly pulled her hand back, cheeks pink.
"This looks good," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes as she picked up her fork.
