Andrew’s POV …..
Lily moved through my kitchen like she’s lived here her whole life, even though she’s only been here a handful of times. It’s ridiculous how something as simple as watching her tie her hair up can punch the air out of my lungs.
Her blonde hair slips through her fingers, soft and messy, stubbornly falling back over her shoulders. She huffs, tries again, fails again. A small, irritated sound leaves her chest. God—she’s stunning even when she’s annoyed.
I lean against the counter just to watch her a little longer.
She has no idea what she does to me.
“Stop staring,” she mutters without looking at me, reaching for the mug on the counter.
“I’m not staring,” I lie.
She scoffs, because of course she doesn’t believe me. She shouldn’t. I’ve been caught at least six times tod
