ANNE

We ate breakfast that I prepared after one horrendous failed attempt at cooking. It’s not like it was my fault that I lost focus on the pancakes when he barged inside and uttered nonsense. It was Zero’s fault for being this attractive and effortlessly eye—catching to me.

Groaning, I slam my forehead on the kitchen island for the third time. No matter how hard I try to divert my thoughts, I go back to thinking about him in no time.

I have no doubt. Slowly, I am beginning to lose my shit ove