Chapter 30 : Shocker

Douglas’ POV

I couldn’t get Sharon out of my head.

It had been a few days since she was at my house, cooking in my kitchen, effortlessly moving about like she belonged there. I hadn’t invited anyone over for dinner in ages, let alone let anyone cook for me. Yet, Sharon had filled that space, filling my quiet apartment with the sound of sizzling bacon and the clink of utensils against pots, her laughter bubbling up occasionally when she reminded me of how terrible I was at cooking.

It was supposed to be a casual evening, just two people sharing a meal, but I couldn’t help how my heart pounded whenever she looked at me. At first, I convinced myself it was nothing—just fleeting admiration for a young girl who had endured too much pain. But when I watched her laugh that night, the dim light from the stove casting a warm glow across her face, I knew it was something more. I had been falling for her.