David
I kept looking at her, burning a hole in the back of her head, while she got back to her work. Well, not exactly her work but my random wish for cookies which is no part of her job description. Yet she is currently baking for me in my home and my kitchen. In which somehow she fits perfectly, watching her feels so.....for a lack of a better word domestic.
What the f**k is wrong with me?
I shouldn't have asked her to make them but more importantly, I shouldn't have barred my emotion and past in front of her like that. It's not her job and she is already doing more than she needs to. I wasn't lying when I said I no longer have the power to fire her, my family loves her.
And I get why, she makes you feel like home and you want to tell her everything.
I have never felt this overwhel
