HELENA
The fork was still hanging in the air.
“Come on, open up.” He smirked. I just realized how close we were to each other. I also noticed he only had his apron on, with his signature gray sweatpants. My palms became nervous.
He waved the fork again. “The pancakes are getting cold Helena.” For some reason, that came out more flirtatious than it actually was. My head was messing with me. I hesitated, but opened my mouth eventually.
“Mmm…” They were so good.
“Always the best.” He gloated, watching my expression.
“Shut up. This doesn't make up for anything.”
His face fell, and I burst into laughter.
“I need a picture of this. You look perfect for a meme.”
His frown deepened. “I'm really sorry Helena.”
“Aaron..” I sighed.
“No, it's not right. But I can't bring myself to accept
