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When I wake up the next morning, the bed feels empty and Roman's scent is faint. I groggily open my eyes, and confirm he is indeed not in bed with me. I'm confused for a moment before the smell of bacon reaches my nostrils. I sit up in disbelief, there is no way the big bad Alpha is cooking me breakfast. I throw one of his shirts on and walk downstairs. My eyes widen at the sight before me. He's standing shirtless at the stove, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder, a pile of pancakes and bacon next to him, Red Hot Chili Peppers is playing on the speaker and he's singing along. I admire the sight, how long did the Goddess have to spend sculpting this man to perfection for me?

"You know you're supposed to have a shirt on when you cook, right?" I tease him as I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him

"Good morning to you too, and that rule is for humans who cry over a little tiny grease splatter burning them." he says leaning down and kissing me

"Well you're not allo