#Chapter41
/"Something wrong?/" he asks while studying my face. I put my head down and head into the kitchen, switching on the kettle, avoiding him. Willing my burning face to cool down; I know I’m probably blushing like mad.
/"No./" I answer over brightly and focus on getting the mugs ready.
/"You’re acting weird, shorty … What gives?/" he’s frowning. Noticing it from the corner of my eye, I carry on with what I’m doing; the blood has rushed to my face even more so now and I am mildly freaking out.
/"I’m just making coffee./" I shrug, trying to appear normal.
Jesus, Jake, leave me be. Stay back.
/"Look at me then,/" he commands. I tense and glance up, pasting a fake smile on my lips. Raising eyebrows before returning to what I’m doing, the heat radiating all over me and return quickly to looking at anything but him but that is so hard to do in a space this small.
