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My infatuation hadn’t gone anywhere My body did not want to listen to reason where this , stick to the script, and do the right thing And like a good friend, I’d even let hi

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Blake

If anyone had toldschooled by a pint-sized dynaies in ht they were psycho But I had to ad Hell, asse a salad with him felt like an adventure

Asher didn’t chop and toss ingredients into a boilly-nilly Nope He rinsed lettuce and washed veggies until they practically gleaot started He got flustered when I insisted on helping

“It’s ”

“But I’et into coriped, chopping a cucumber with a bit more force than necessary

“Well, tough luck You obviously need a lesson on how to share I vote that we split up the veggies, throw them in the bowl, and call it even”

Asher closed his eyes briefly and inclined his head “How about if I take care of the chopping, and you can be in charge of slicing the chicken and toasting the pine nuts?”

I held his gaze with ave him my best badass stare down “Fine”

He drew an invisible line across the island, shtly as he picked up a knife “I call this side”

“Sure” I bit the inside of , “I like to tear at a rotisserie chicken with ht?”

Asher snapped his head ”

I chuckled “Any time Want some tunes?”

I turned on the portable Bluetooth speaker I kept in the kitchen and blasted a peppy playlist I shook ave myself a mental fist bump when Asher swayed his hips in time with the rhythm while he asked twenty questions about lacrosse

“Where did the gainate? And what year? Do you know?”