Chapter 36 "Wildside!"

Ashely P.O.V.

Three Hours Later.

I am sitting in the kitchen watching him make a big feast of eggs, sausage, and bacon. Then, I see him grabbing plates and cups and forks and knives. I am so nervous, and I am praying he is not angry or hates me for what has happened just a couple of months now.

"Are you hungry?" He asked me.

"What do I mean what you say?" I stared over at him by the stove, and he had two plates full in his hand, smiling at me.

And what a smile. It made my heart stop staring at his beautiful face. He lit up the kitchen with his bright smile.

"I asked if you were hungry," He asked again slowly and still had a grin on his gorgeous face.

Oh, umm, I was playing with my hair.

I do that when I am nervous or embarrassed. So, I drop my hair in my hands.

"Yeah, thank you," I told him. He walked over to me and sat my plate down.

Eggs and sausages and bacon and toast are on the table.

I knew it looked good. I knew Jayson could cook. I remember going over to his house when his da