Confusion claws at my chest. “I don’t remember having this much food in the house,” I comment, a little notch forming between my brows. I try to keep the cabinets empty to refrain from the temptation. “You didn’t. I went grocery shopping.” “You went grocery shopping?” He nods his head. “I’ve had my fair share of bad hangovers, and you seemed like you could use some cheering up.” “You didn’t have to do anything for me,” I insist, shaking my head. Hayes plies me with a disarming grin, one that births a firestorm inside of me. A cloying warmth leaps to life in my heart, maintaining a fuzzy
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