HAYLEY.
I gently watched Easton make pasta.. He would occasionally stare at me and smile. I was trying to get used to it but it was quite hard. How can I make sure he doesn't notice how red my cheeks were..
When he was done, he set the table. I was also loving his soft side. Everything about him just seems to be driving me crazy.
“It's all done. Mamacita …” He giggled and I furrowed my brows at that name, it sounded sweet, made my heart tingle. It wasn't Ley anymore, it was mamacita, he sure comes up with different kinds of names..
“What's that?” I asked.. He flashed me a smile and gently took out seats..
“A name for you….” He answered, gesturing me to come sit down.
“Do you like it?” He inquired and I heaved a sigh. How can I say I love it but I don't want him to know that much.
