#Chapter21

Apology Accepted-02

My eyes land to his gorgeous ass. Again. I feel a heat rushes to my face. What I’m doing is so embarrassing.

“So, um. Can you cook?” Shit. Why I even ask. He places some lettuce, ham, tomatoes, sandwich bread, olives, and some cheese.

He looks at me and smiles. “You don’t have to cook just to make a sandwich, Abby.” God, I’m so ashamed right now. Why I didn’t even think of that?

“I guess, it’s too obvious that I don’t know anything in the kitchen? Back in college, Drew used to cook on Mondays, Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. When it’s my turn, we ordered take...