Jane Duncan's POV (present day) “Ha, you scared the hell out of me. When did you come down?” He places his hand on his heart and quickly takes a white t-shirt lying on one of the kitchen stools. I dumbfounded. Why’s he being nice? “I…I…” I try to speak but the words are unable to leave my mouth. I clear my throat and avoid looking him in the eye. “I just came down.” I end up replying two minutes after he asked the question. OH GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? Why do I always embarrass myself when I’m around him? “Come, sit down. I prepared breakfast although you have to be quick because we have work today.” “Oh my god, I totally forgot! No, I think I should leave right now. Thanks, sir.” I’m about to go and grab my things but he immediately stops me. “Wait, eat before you leave.” I can’t say no so I sit on one of the stools as He places a plate filled with pancakes and a glass of milk in front of me. SERIOUSLY WHAT’S GOING ON, WHY IS THIS MAN BEING NICE TO ME? What even ha
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