Kieran Witcher was flirting with me. He had to be. With the way his eyes followed me and his hands repeatedly grazed over my skin at every given opportunity as we spoke. From the way he would randomly smile at me and make my heart pound faster to how he was currently looking at me. He was flirting with me and I felt more than flattered.
“You don’t have to help me out,” I muttered, trying to get the mop out of his hands but he swiftly moved it out of my reach, with his other hand swiping mine away gently.
“I want to. Now sit your cute butt down so I can get this done quicker,” He said and for like the tenth time that evening, I blushed a deep crimson. The clock on the kitchen wall stood at a few minutes past three and I knew it couldn’t possibly be correct because not once did any of the
