RIVER

“You know stabbing the dough like that isn’t going to make it any better.”

I raise a glare to Taylor, who is standing beside me, an apron lazily tied around his shirtless waist and a stupid smirk. I shouldn't be worried about it, except that it was worrying me even more.

“I know,” I said, pounding into the dough aggressively.

“You are nervous.” He pulled my hand and turned me to him.

His eyes peered into mine, searching as if that was going to let him find anything. I ...