Once everything was in the oven, I sat down at a stool on the island and sighed loudly. That was a lot more work than I had planned. The music was still playing and I saw Grayson dancing around as he leaned over to get the lasagna from the stove. I placed my head back down until I heard him close the oven. I looked up and groaned again before slamming my finger down on the pause button of his music.
“Are you avoiding me or something?” I snapped. There was no reply. I narrowed my eyes at Grayson’s back. “Grayson?”
I glared at him, standing up and walking over towards him. I stood beside him, watching as he stared at the stove top in front of him, refusing to meet my gaze. “Grayson,” I continued repeating his name until I saw his fists clench around the stove’s handle. I hoped that he woul
