Chapter 3
Ryan
I watch Ash as she thumbs her way through another cookbook at the bookstore, and I imagine her hard at work with the ingredients stacked up on the table in front of her. A simple apron around her tiny waist. A spot of flour on her nose. I would succumb to the urge to wipe it away, and she would look up at me, her eyes brightening like the sun after a shower of rain.
God, those eyes... that body... what I wouldn’t do to—
Come on, dude. Snap out of it before you get a f*****g hard-on in this goddamn store.
Sighing, I take my eyes off her. But only for a minute. Soon, I’m back to eating up her body with my gaze, scrutinizing every curve, something I’ve done a million times before. It’s something I’ll never get tired of doing.
She turns and meets my gaze, then smiles. “You
