Adam woke warm and comfortable, to the smell of food, none of which made sense.

He sat up, blinking in the light, until he saw Ronan cooking at the stove and grinned. This was the life he wanted, and it was a very appealing sight, seeing Ronan cooking like that.

"I didn't know you could cook," he said, warm and fond, lightly teasing. The bed was warm and he didn't want to get up. Especially not with a view like this.