ASH'S POV
The wooden spoon felt heavy in my hand, scraping the bottom of the pot in circles I wasn't even paying attention to. Red sauce bubbled up, popping and spitting tiny burning dots onto my wrist, but I barely felt it. My mind was completely somewhere else.
Marcus was still asleep on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket.
Knock knock.
Before I could even wipe my hands on the apron, the door swung open. "Good morning, losers."
June.
Marcus bolted upright, immediately. "Oh my God."
I stopped stirring, resting the spoon against the lip of the pot, looking up from the stove.
Marcus groaned loudly, flopping back down and dragging the blanket over his face. "Oh my God, June. Warn a guy before you walk in looking like a runway model. It's too early for this level of production."
Yeah….she looked beautiful.
