Ashley's pov

I closed the door of the fridge using my legs and walked over to the countertop. I huffed placing the eggs, butter and milk down on the surface.

"What are we planning on cooking for breakfast?" Blake questions breezing into the kitchen and makes the beeline for the fridge.

He opens it and takes out the orange juice. I try not to linger on his bare upper body. He seemed to only settle to wear his boxers and no shirt.

Was he trying to turn me on, on purpose?

"We?" ...