"Pomology is the science of apple growing."
He looked over at her again, his smile bigger now. "You're weird, Hoover." Marley shrugged off the comment. She gets it a lot. She pushed away her empty plate before taking a long drink of her lemonade. "You knew that already, Aiden." "I did," he replied, his voice soft.
She let out a small hiccup as she kept her glass in hand and picked up her plate, standing to clean up her mess. But Aiden was at her side before she could take another step, snatching the dishes from her hands. "I'll take care of it."
"Aiden," she puffed, standing in front of him, stomping a foot as her arms dropped, his sleeves slipping over her hands. "For gods sakes. Let me clean up my own dishes." His expression changing again as his eyes fell over her. His jaw tightened
