chapter 18

I grabbed a plate and a spoon. And put them on the table. He, on the other hand, made me a glass of hot milk as I requested.

I sat down and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched him as he made my milk.

"Don't put too much sugar," I reminded him. He nodded.

If other people like a lot of sugar. I don't, it just makes me nauseous if it's too sweet. Especially when Lesley makes the milk sometimes. She mixes two spoons of milk and sugar so it's even, she says. She probably thinks I'm a robot, immune to diabetes.

I don't really like sweet things, but I love eating chocolate. I'm also a little crazy sometimes. Especially with him.

I wonder what his milk tastes like? Sweet or just right?

I blinked several times when I saw Zach's face in front of me. It's only a few inches away. He was looking at me intently.

I forced a smile and pushed him away softly. He raised an eyebrow at what I did.

Why does he like raising his eyebrow so much?