Ashleys pov 

It was not easy. No it definitely wasnt

1 stared nervously at Blake who sat across the counter. He wore a grey hoodie and grey sweats as he sat on a stool. He had his elbows on the counter while pressing his hands to his face

He had just woken up, told me morning and had sat there for more than a minute exactly like this. Maybe he was waiting for me to make breakfast. I cleared my throat. It was time to put my plans into action

Youre hungry right?I asked and cleared my throat again when I thought I sounded a bit too high pitched. I was terrified of being rejected

He moves his hands away from his face and stared at me like I was an alien. Well judging by how its morning and I havent eaten since yesterday afternoon then yes I am hungry.He states

I cringe inwardly. I had not made dinner for him lastnight, or myself. Crap this was not how I win over his heart again. He must be angry at me for leaving him hungry.

Sorry I didnt make dinner lastnight, I was” 

Crying?He cuts me off with a raised brow

His blue eyes travel from my eyes down to my lips then back to my eyes again. Something flickers again behind the blank look in his eyes but yet again I am too slow to read it.

My cheeks heated up with an embarrassing blush. How did you?I drew out. I lift to tuck my messy hair behind my ear

He says staring at me.

not very quiet when you cry.”

awkward smile and drop my eyes down to stare at the

to me that I loved it judging that I married you.” He was trying to ease the awkward tension. Loved.

him and cracked a smile, giggling slightly. It made him crack a tiny smile also, “Well you didn‘t love when I cried, said it hurt you. But you

away from me. I see the pain reflected in his eyes before he turns away. “Sorry I didn‘t mean to say that. It‘s a bad habit for us to tease each other.”

now full of curiosity. “Did I make you happy?” He clears his throat and I spot a tinge of red crawl up to his cheeks and settle there.

of him.Slow Ashley, take things slow. I nodded and

honesty

counter top, “i’m sorry that I can‘t remember you or that I have been giving you a bad time from the moment I woke

were right about me not liking when you cry. I can‘t explain it but I don‘t

try and regain my memories. I owe this to myself and to

your fault. Neither was me crying your fault. I‘ve been

I cleared my throat. “So how about breakfast? I know a great diner we loved to go to when we were teenagers. They make the best burgers. Maybe it could bring

his brows as he stares at me in confusion. “Burgers for breakfast? Which diner is that?” He seemed a

to eat there in the morning. You don‘t remember it?” I asked a bit saddened. This was a huge part of

eating breakfast with my parents. I don‘t remember a diner at all. Austin

between my teeth. It was like his brain created an entire different

lips.

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