(Sasha POV)
When I wake up it takes a little time to gather the energy to separate myself from my soft bed, but when you live alone in a forest, every hour of the day is usually full of things to do so without many options I go down the stairs in the direction of the kitchen to make me a quick breakfast and start my day.
But when I get to the kitchen I see the figure of a man on his back cooking calmly and quietly, it was not an extraordinary image or anything like that, but for some reason, it filled me with this warm feeling that a home should have; I was also familiar with the figure of the man cooking as he was the hunter I met yesterday.
´´ Honey you woke up, for a second I thought I would have to change you and bring you here myself, just to have to feed you too. ´´ Desmond said as he turned in my direction.
Dear? Don't hear wrong. . . or yes ? also because he seems so close to me and so. . . loving.
