Ashley
I added sugar and cinnamon to the pie and stirred this for some seconds. Zach stood across from me at the counter, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, flour dusting his forearms as he worked on the pie crust.
I was supposed to be focusing on the apple filling simmering on the stove, but I kept stealing glances at him instead.
Stop it, Ashley. Just focus on the apples.
But it was impossible not to notice the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, or how the corner of his mouth quirked up when he concentrated.
We'd been around each other for this week, if I was being honest and being this close to him in the quiet intimacy of the kitchen was doing dangerous things to my resolve.
Olivia was right. I couldn't handle these wavering feelings of mine. My heart kept pushing me tow
