CHAPTER 38 — WHY IS HE SMILING AT ME LIKE THAT?
ASHER'S POV
Ivy was staring at me like I had personally offended every ancestor in her family tree.
I was eating toast.
That was it.
No provocation. No argument. No suspicious behavior. Just toast.
She stood on the opposite side of the kitchen with her arms folded, staring so intensely that I checked my shirt for stains.
“Why are you looking at me?”
She immediately looked at the fruit bowl.
“I wasn't.”
“You were.”
“I was looking past you.”
“There’s a wall behind me.”
“Exactly.”
I took another bite of toast.
Her eyes narrowed.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
After yesterday's dramatic declaration that we were absolutely, definitely, unquestionably not dating, Ivy had apparently decided that existing within ten feet of me was now a
