Alexia POV:
After freshening up, I walked back into the bedroom to find Aiden standing shirtless in the middle of the room, ruffling his hair in confusion. Realization dawned in his eyes, and he narrowed them at me. "It's not 11 a.m., is it?"
I grinned. "Nope. But hey, at least you're awake now."
His jaw clenched, and I could practically see him debating between being annoyed and impressed. "You're evil."
"Not my fault you sleep like a log," I said, walking past him.
His eyes followed me as I grabbed my outfit for the day. "And next time, maybe don't grope your wife in your sleep," I teased, sending him a cheeky look.
To my satisfaction, his ears turned red.
Point: Alexia.
By the time we made it downstairs, the house smelled like heaven. A grand breakfast was spread across the dining table—pancakes, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, coffee.
