" I make a bowl of it every day and pretend to eat it before you come in and snatch it off me,” he answered, with a sexy smile and amused eyes. I gasped, dropping my spoon into my bowl and making a loud clatter. “Why the heck would you make a bowl and pretend to eat it? Do you like to piss me off?” I snapped.   “No, Angel. I like to make you breakfast,” he replied simply. I gasped at the revelation. He made them for me? "

― Kirsty Moseley , The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window (The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window, #1)