TRUTH OR DARE

Paige began to fry the potatoes while Zach kept kissing her cheeks from behind.

"Mr. Zach," she said, laughing. "Please, you're going to make this oil splash on our faces. Don't get me distracted."

"Okay, your highness," Zach replied. "I'll just stand by the door and watch you then. What am I helping you with?"

"Nothing, you just standing and watching is more than enough help for me," Paige told him.

"Alright then, be my guest," Zach said.

He moved closer to the door, folded his arms, and crossed his legs as he stood, watching Paige.

"Wow, you're so good at this," he said when she took out the first batch of fried potatoes. "Look at how you're doing it so effortlessly."

Paige turned and looked at him, "Thanks, Mr. Zach. I guess I had to learn how to do these things from an early age. After I lost my mom, I practically became the maid for the Summers. Even though they had cooks, Candy would always say she only wanted my potato chips, and then I'd be forced to go into the kitchen to coo