"Good morning, Princess." Raymond's lips curved into a remarkably wide smile. The gaze he leveled at her was heavy, raw, as if he were staring at his entire world beautifully condensed into one person. It didn't matter that she was merely wearing rumpled pajamas, her hair falling in half-disheveled waves, of that her steps were still slightly unstable as she navigated her way toward the dining room.
Knotting her brows at the sudden change in title, she paused to let out a tired yawn. "Keep this up, and i'll eventually lose my own identity," she muttered, her voice thick with sleep.
She made it halfway across the room before the rich, mouth-watering aroma drifting from the table completely derailed her train of thought. Spotting the spread of exquisitely prepared dishes, her stomach gave a sharp, demanding rumble. Appetizing as it looked, she halted her steps, shifting a highly skeptical gaze toward the man waiting for her.
