POV: Charlotte
I set the dishes in the sink and let the water run over them, my grip on the counter's edge tighter than it needed to be. My pulse still hadn't settled.
I caught my reflection in the little heart-shaped mirror on the wall, my cheeks flushed a deep, obvious red from jaw to ears. I buried my face in both hands, rubbing at them like friction alone could erase the color. It didn't work. It never does.
She'd complimented my cooking.
A grin broke free before I could stop it, spreading wide no matter how hard I tried to smother it. I hadn't realized how much she'd love it, how much three simple words could undo me completely. If I'd known, I would've been doing this for her years ago. I would've filled her kitchen with garlic and butter every single chance I got, turned her sto
