My chest tightens and I continue to play with his shirt without looking away from him while he takes things out from the refrigerator, makes a mixture of pancakes and then cuts some fruit.
I jump in surprise when he turns to me for the first time since he started cooking, catching me looking at him. He offers me a handful of cut strawberries and leaves them in my hand carefully so none of them fall.
He doesn't even smile at me or says anything, but that doesn't stop me from feeling excited about these stupid fruits he left softly in my hand.
“I like eating breakfast food at night," Asher mutters after a while, when the pancakes are ready. He takes eggs and bacon out of the fridge and I’m literally salivating when I think about eating all of that, “So that's what I'm doing, I hope you l
