“He asked me out again.” My gaze snapped to hers. She was already watching me intently, her eyes roaming over my face, trying to read me. “Are you going?” “I think so,” she replied, still scanning for my reaction. The muscles in my back tightened, and my mouth went bone-dry. I fucking hated this. I didn’t have the strength to lock her out, not when I was so close to losing her forever. I dipped a finger into the flour mix and ran it over the tip of her nose.
