He shrugs, turning back to the stove, completely unbothered by our gawking. “Figured it was the least I could do after taking up half your bed.”

Celeste sighs. It’s a wistful, over-the-top sound that makes my eye twitch. “I am so proud of you, Sel.”

I shoot her a glare that promises swift retribution, but Theo just chuckles, plating up fluffy French toast like this is just another normal morning. Like this is normal for us.

“Hope you like cinnamon.”

I step closer, my heart still hammering. “I do.”

“Good.” He slides a plate toward me, his fingers grazing mine, sending a spark straight through me. I hate how my breath catches, how my pulse betrays me. How something as simple as his touch makes my entire body hum with awareness.

Celeste hums approvingly before snatching a piece of French toast for herself. “God, I love this for you.”

I shake my head, grabbing a fork. This is going to be a long morning.

Valkyrie lets out a soft bark, making Theo chuckle as he flips a piece of bacon onto a small plate and sets it on the floor for her. “Here you go, Little Terror.”

Celeste leans over the counter, eyeing the spread. Fancy french toast, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and even a small fruit salad. “This is way better than your usual toast-and-peanut-butter routine, Selene.”

“Gee, thanks,” I say dryly, but my gaze lingers on Theo as he moves around the kitchen with easy confidence. It’s an intoxicating confidence that comes from knowing his way around. From feeling comfortable here. That thought does something weird to my chest.

I frown slightly, glancing at the food again. “Where did you even get all of this? I didn’t have half of these ingredients yesterday.”

Orion’s voice cuts through the room bringing a halt to what Theo was about to tell me. “So, care to explain why you’re coming out of my sister’s room shirtless this morning?”

I freeze, coffee mug halfway to the pot, and Theo straightens, a spatula still in his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Theo says, his tone calm but firm. “I was checking on her after she screamed bloody murder. Celeste was still jumping on her bed as I ran in.”

Orion’s eyes narrow as he steps further into the kitchen. “And why were you shirtless?”

Theo glances down at himself, then back at Orion, raising an eyebrow. “Because I don’t sleep fully dressed? Is that a problem?”

A muscle feathers in Orion’s jaw. Valkyrie, sensing the tension, lets out a huff as she walks over to Orion, nudging his hand with her nose. He scratches the area between her ears absentmindedly, but his glare doesn’t waver.

Celeste snickers and I try to step in before Orion escalates things further. “Orion, it’s fine. Nothing happened. Theo was just being considerate.”