After breakfast and what felt like a lifetime of trying not to stare at Wren in that ridiculous hoodie and her messy curls God help me I needed a break. A distraction. Anything that didn’t involve imagining what it would feel like to run my hand through her hair or kiss that sarcastic mouth.
So I did what every emotionally confused man does.
I ran to work.
I had office work that would help distract me from drowning in her thoughts.
on a sunday. A normal person would rest but a normal person isn't consumed by a certain nanny.
Liam was still with my mother, so the house was quiet. Wren stayed out in the living room with her book, curled up on the couch. I noticed she wasn’t hiding in her room today, which did something to my chest I didn’t want to examine too closely.
It was just afte
