MORGAN
“That’s okay, I’m thankful for that. That means you might need my help often.”
I shivered at his words and his husky voice as I took plates from him and started serving the food before handing them to him so he would take them to the table. My sister noticed the s****l tension between us.
“Is everything okay?” she whispered.
“Yes, everything is great,” I replied, putting the last of the dishes down.
We were all seated, enjoying our dinner while we chatted and laughed. I would unknowingly steal glances at Oliver’s way just as he would do the same.
And just like that, we would look away at the same time. It was like sending signals of desire to each other, but discreetly doing so. I didn’t want to be questioned by my family.
Keep it together, Morgan. You have a fiancée waiti
