Ava
My stomach growled again.
Blaze looked down at it.
“Apparently that fucker loves my cooking too.”
I laughed.
“Feed me then.”
“Bossy ass.”
“You missed it.”
Blaze smirked.
“f**k yeah, I did.”
….
Blaze finished cooking breakfast.
He brought over hash browns, sausage, eggs, and toast. Along with some salsa.
I stared at the salsa for a second.
He remembered.
During one of our conversations, I told him I liked salsa on my breakfast potatoes.
I couldn't help but smile.
“This looks and smells amazing. Thank you, baby.”
Blaze bent down, giving me a kiss.
“Good. Now eat, Darlin. I don't want your stomach yelling at my ass again.”
I laughed softly as I dug in.
The food tasted amazing.
Better than anything I'd eaten in weeks.
Though after several bites, I started slowing dow
