Jason has taken to following me around. The second I step out of my room, he is at my heels, going where I'm going, doing what I'm doing.
That ended five days ago, however. I'd left my room after getting ready for work, thinking he'd be waiting at my door like he usually was. He wasn't, and I panicked.
I ran downstairs to the bakery, only to see Jason arranging the tables of the main bakery and dusting them. I caught sight of his muscles cording as he lifted furniture and replaced them properly.
While whistling.
The sight was enough to make all the air rush out of my lungs. I stared on in bewilderment as he collected neat tablecloths from the cupboard and replaced it with the dirty ones. As he tried to close the cupboard, it hit his head, and he cursed.
He massaged his forehead, then
