*KYLIE'S POV*
The kitchen smells like butter, syrup, and…panic.
I stare at the mountain of food I’ve made — pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, cinnamon rolls. It’s enough to feed a small army. Why did I do this?
Oh yeah, because I just married a stranger…and my nerves are spiraling out of control.
I’ve already been up for two hours, cooking like a maniac and second-guessing my life choices when…
“Smells like my mom’s pancakes.”
My heart skips a beat. I glance up and lock eyes with Benedict, and his sparkling gaze nearly knocks the wind out of me. And, oh no…he’s in sweatpants. Only sweatpants.
Benedict Worthington — mysterious billionaire and my new husband — is standing there shirtless, wearing only a pair of very thin, cotton sweatpants. His broad chest and ripped abs are on full display, and my eyes can’t help but travel down, down…to where those sweats sit way too low on his hips.