That haunting feeling further persisted the next morning, waking up earlier than Asher to head to my room. Kissing him on the forehead, I admired his soft skin and dirty blonde tresses falling along his cheek. I’d missed being close to him. Walking out, I headed to my room to shower and begin my day, wondering if that eyes watching us last night were just my imagination. It has been a hectic rollercoaster since I moved here.
Mom and Ezra acting normally during breakfast, quietly eating their fried eggs and toast. Katherine poured us each a glass of orange juice before returning to the kitchen, humming to herself. If mom had caught us together, she would have either yanked me away from him last night or came to confront me about it before breakfast. She never missed an opportunity to kick
