Asher stepped aside, hands up in surrender, but he didn’t go far. He stayed close, too close, his chest brushing her back every time she moved, his arms ghosting around her to sneak bites of batter like a mischievous child.“You’re terrible,” she muttered, smacking his hand away with the spatula when he tried again.“You love it,” he murmured into her ear, his voice low and warm, sending shivers down her spine.Vera focused determinedly on pouring a fresh, perfectly round pancake onto the pan. “Keep distracting me and you’re getting cereal for breakfast.”Asher laughed, a real, boyish laugh, and leaned his hip against the counter, watching her with that insufferably fond look that made her heart do somersaults.“You’re really something else, you know that?” he said, voice softer now.Vera glanced at him over her shoulder, spatula in hand. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”“The best thing,” he said without missing a beat.Something warm and giddy unfurled in her chest.A few minut
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