“I’m guessing you’re here for the same reason I am.” he said.
“I couldn’t sleep. Needed a snack.” I answered gruffly.
“That clearly isn’t going great.” He pulled out an already opened bag of chips while I dumped the gelato regrettably down the sink.
He leaned on the counter, holding the chip bag invitingly.
Could he not turn it out into a bowl or something? That would make sure I would not brush his hand accidentally.
I let out a sigh. I was being a child acting like I could not eat out of a bag Pierce was holding without physically combusting.
I trudged to him, hesitated, before I dipped my hand in to fish for chips.
We crunched in silence.
“How long did it take you to make the painting?” I blurted out, stunning myself.
Shit, I should not have said it out loud.
He shrugged, “
