Chapter 38

• Curtis’ Pov
• The warm scent of butter and syrup filled the kitchen as I flipped the last pancake onto the plate. The stack was arranged neatly with the fruit carefully placed on the side just the way Dustin liked it. I drizzled a thin stream of syrup over the top, allowing it to pool slightly before setting the bottle aside.
• It had been a while since I made breakfast myself. Usually, the house staff handled it, but I had promised Dustin and if I'm being honest, I really missed cooking.