“You like veggies in your omelet?” I ask.
Dad really stocked the fridge. There are mushrooms, peppers, onions, asparagus, and fresh spinach.
“Sure. I’m a kitchen sink kinda guy. Throw it all in.”
“I can do that.”
We settle in, Justin making pancakes and me prepping the omelet.
This was a stupid job for me though, because holding a knife is one of those fun tasks that makes my hand tingly, achy, and numb.
Which must be why I keep stopping and sneaking glances at Justin.
He occasionally whisper-sings along with the words and is constantly bouncing back and forth or even dancing.
God, why does everything he do make me feel all… swoony?
I’m a swooning mess over my husband.
Fakehusband.
I think.
At this point, I know less than Jon Snow.
Turning back to the cutting board in front of me, I get back to it, hating the ache that quickly builds.
When Justin starts singing along withLove Story, my eyes are instantly drawn to him again.
A little too drawn to him.
“Shit.”
The knife clatters to the cutting board as my heartbeat pounds in my ears. Almost sliced my fingertip off because I was looking at Justin and not at what I was cutting.
Could I blame my carpal tunnel? Probably. But it would be a lie.
Justin’s at my side in a second. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. The knife just slipped. I’m good.”
But he doesn’t seem to believe me, because he takes my hand in his and looks it over carefully.
My hand tingles being wrapped in his. As if my body’s on autopilot, I move closer.
His gaze goes from my hand to my face, and he stares at me for a moment, my hand still cupped in his.
“It looks okay.”
Swallowing hard, I nod, eyes still locked on him as Taylor Swift boisterously tells us we should say yes… to whatever this is between us.
His Adam’s apple bobs and he steps back, letting my hand slowly drop.
“Be careful. Don’t need you cutting off any fingers now. Those hands need to stay intact.”
I give a little nod and a small smile as he turns back to the stove.
But all I can think is that I want his presence back. I want his attention on me again.
