#Chapter21
Apology Accepted-02
My eyes land to his gorgeous ass. Again. I feel a heat rushes to my face. What I’m doing is so embarrassing.
/"So, um. Can you cook?/" Shit. Why I even ask. He places some lettuce, ham, tomatoes, sandwich bread, olives, and some cheese.
He looks at me and smiles. /"You don’t have to cook just to make a sandwich, Abby./" God, I’m so ashamed right now. Why I didn’t even think of that?
/"I guess, it’s too obvious that I don’t know anything in the kitchen? Back in college, Drew used to cook on Mondays, Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. When it’s my turn, we ordered take out. Or we eat out if he doesn’t feel cooking. So I’m more of cleaning the mess,/" I explain.
/"So your roommate. For how long?/" He starts slicing tomatoes.
/"Since I started college. Dad and Mom didn’t mind though. At least he is not messy and he didn’t bring girls to our apartment./"
/"Coffee, tea, or juice?/"
