My hands are shaking.
I'm not cold or scared, but I am nervous as hell.
"Fuck." I mutter, as I finally drop the sugar I've been measuring for two minutes.
"What happened?" I hear called behind me.
"Nothing." I say quickly, scooping the now spilt sugar into the palm of my hands.
It was official.
I wasn't going to make it through this.
I feel a presence move behind me and seconds later, a small chuckle.
"You alright there?"
I sigh, turning to Chase; my beau of eleven months.
His warm brown eyes meet mine.
Normally by now I would be feeling a shiver or some slight stirring in my belly from seeing him and peering into chestnut orbs-but not tonight.
I bite my lip and put on my best smile.
But I wasn't. And my voice didn't sound too confident either.
I move past him, throwing the small specks of sugar in the sink.
Why the hell did I agree to this?
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