“Stop that,” I growl, opening the fridge and scanning what’s inside.
“Why? I think you like it.”
“I do not.”Lie.
After I grab the sliced ham and cheese out of the fridge, I walk over to the pantry and pull out the bread. Turning the stove on, I pull out the skillet, dropping a dollop of butter in there and letting it heat up as I put together what will be a grilled ham and cheese. My eyes flicker to the clock on the stove, and I shake my head, knowing I’m going to be dead tired come morning. It’s already after eleven.
“What’d you do tonight?” I ask him, my back to him as I set the buttered bread down on the now hot skillet. “Aside from gettin’ shit-faced.”
Ash chuckles. “I did not get shit-faced.”
“Tell that to the slur in your words.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and when I glance over my shoulder, he’s chugging the water. Our eyes meet, and a ripple of…something races down my spine. “I went to the bar with Tripp,” he murmurs.
“He get drunk too?”
“Mmhmm.”
“How’d you get home?” I ask, unable to hide the irritation lancing through me. They fucking better not have driven home like this.
“August picked us up.” He hiccups, then laughs about it. “Anybody ever tell you that your ass looksrealnice in those?”
My heart pounds powerfully as I bite down on my molars.He’s drunk,I think to myself.He doesn’t mean it.
I don’t respond.
“Tripp and your cousin are cute together,” he continues. “They seem really happy.”
“Yeah, they do.”
“Does your brother have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know. Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“Okay.” He chuckles.
Remembering how Hollis said he thought Ash was hot, I grit my teeth as I plate up the grilled cheese. “You know what? Actually, don’t do that.”
Setting the sandwich in front of him, he looks from it to me, cocking his head to the side, his brows knit together in a way I can’t help but find adorable.
Since fucking when do I find anything a man does adorable?
“Why?”
I cross my arms over my chest, resting my backside against the counter as I watch him. “Because I said so.”
Ash snorts, then grabs one half of the sandwich. “Daddy’s bossy,” he mumbles before taking a huge bite off the corner. “Ow, it’s hot.”
“No shit, it’s hot.” I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “Blow on it.”
“You want me to blow on it, daddy?”
Walked myself right into that one, didn’t I?“Knock it off, and just eat.”
