She set the tray down on the table, her expression still alight with mischief as she turned back to him. “You know,” she said with a playful smirk, “I’ve never seen you scramble quite like that.”
Asher crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t usually get interrupted at the worst possible moment, either,” he retorted, though his lips tugged upward in a sheepish grin.
She took a step closer, letting her fingers brush down his arm, a coy smile on her face. “Well,” she said softly, a light tease in her voice, “maybe it’s a good thing. Wouldn’t want you to get too spoiled too soon, would we?”
Asher chuckled, reaching out to pull her back into his arms, giving her a mock-serious look. “Oh, trust me, Bella, the spoiling is jut about to begin,” he told her in a heated tone, before captu
