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Layla rolled from one side of the bed to another as she yawned loudly. She snapped her eyes open immediately and remembered what had transpired between her and Nolan last night.

"Kiss.." she gasped, placing her hands on her lips, her cheeks suddenly hitting up again.

That was definitely not their first kiss, but it kept sending butterflies to her stomach each time she remembered how gentle he was and how he called her cute.

Looking around the room, she realized Nolan was long gone. She didn't even have any idea of when he left.

She frowned, recollecting that he promised to make her breakfast every morning but now he was away.

Climbing off the bed, she made way to freshen up and get ready for the day.

*****

"Good morning Layla…" a tiny voice greeted Layla and she quickly removed her attention from the food she was stirring on the stove as she faced Malcolm who was standing there at the door post of the kitchen.

"Malcolm, how are you?" She smiled at him.

"Come in…" she invited Malcolm a