#Chapter26

I was soon walking back into the apartment; I was hoping Austin wouldn’t ask too many questions on why I took so long. I wasn’t that long, but it definitely took longer than taking a bin out should take. As I walk into the kitchen, I see Austin wasn’t at the table anymore, but as at the sink cleaning all the mess up.

“I could have done that” I say pointing to what he was doing, I know he’ll do a good job at the washing up but I’m the one that cooked, I made the mess I should be the one to clean it.

“I can handle it,...