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Ashley's pov

It was not easy. No it definitely wasn't.

I stared nervously at Blake who sat across the counter. He wore a grey hoodie and grey sweats as he sat on a stool. He had his elbows on the counter while pressing his hands to his face.

He had just woken up, told me morning and had sat there for more than a minute exactly like this. Maybe he was waiting for me to make breakfast. I cleared my throat. It was time to put my plans into action.

"You're hungry right?" I asked and cleared my throat again when I thought I sounded a bit too high pitched. I was terrified of being rejected.

He moves his hands away from his face and stared at me like I was an alien. "Well judging by how it's morning and I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon then yes I am hungry." He states.

I cringe inwardly. I had not made dinner for him lastnight, or myself. Crap this was not how I win o