I woke up to the smell of pancakes filling my room. I’m not even sure when I eventually fell asleep but I did. I grabbed my phone to see what the time was. It was eight in the morning. I threw my phone on the bed and pulled the pillow over my head in hopes of falling asleep again, but then I heard a soft knock on the door. “Red?” I was kind of surprised at the softness in Ash’s voice. “Yes” I said, hoping he would make as if nothing had happened last night because I so wished it didn’t. “Can we talk? I made pancakes as a peace offering”. I grabbed the pillow hoping it would muffle my screams.
I don’t think I am ready to face the embarrassment but those pancakes do smell good. “Please”, I heard him plead from the door. We both knew he could rip that door off its hinges if he wanted to, bu
