CHAPTER 12 | Parker
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Well, it’s official: being around Aiden turns me painfully stupid. Pointing out the kitchen chairs like that? I don’t know what I was thinking.
Wait. Actually, I do. I was trying to help him, make things more like a home and less like a place to crash, and now I’m worried I made the whole thing sound like he wasn’t doing a good enough job, which was so not the case. He knows that...right?
I watch Aiden from the corner of my eye as I adjust the stove’s preheat setting. He hasn’t stomped off. He hasn’t said anything cutting in return. He hasn’t fired me.
He is watching me though, but when I look up, he looks away.
What’s up with that? I wonder, opening the refrigerator and scanning the shelves. And, furthermore, what is up with me? I didn’t used to overthin
