Ashna's P.O.V.
Mondays are good for new beginnings and fresh starts. But my mind and heart has planned to reel over the past.
I can't stop thinking about last night, the dinner, his look, those sneaky glances, the way he moved his fork on the plate, his brushing his hair, his sitting posture, his brown eyes... Oh God! He is still the same.
His voice can still make my stomach tingle. How is that even possible? I should hate him and give him the evil eye but here I'm thinking about him and blushing and these traitorous butterflies are unstoppable.
But one thing I couldn't get over with was the way he looked at me. Why did he look at me like that? That look shouldn't be meant for me. That look made me fall for his charms years ago and I can't let that happen again.
Overthinking toys the
