Aurora's POV
I leaned back against the headboard, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He moved with a quiet, practiced grace. He wasn't clumsy or out of place in the small kitchen; he seemed completely at ease, as if standing over a stove was just as natural to him as holding a weapon.
As I watched his back, the way his shoulders moved as he whisked the eggs and the way he tilted his head to check the heat of the pan made my breath hitch. It was like a ghost was standing in my kitchen. It reminded me so much of Alpha Oliver that day in his mansion, moving through his own kitchen with the same effortless confidence.
No, I told myself, shaking my head slightly to clear the thought. Stop it. You're just traumatized. Two men can have the same build. Two men can move the same way.
