As he finished wiping down the countertop, Zane reached for the faucet just as Selina did. Their hands bumped softly against the tap, and her fingers froze against the back of his hand.
Neither of them spoke.
Zane froze too, lowering his gaze to their touched hands. He also felt a small spark of warmth lingering between them.
But, she quickly pulled her hands back, releasing a heavy breath to calm her pounding heart.
She didn't understand these emotions right now, and her pulse always betrayed her whenever she got too close to him—especially when their bodies made contact.
He looked back at what she was doing and noticed she had resumed blending the oranges as curiosity about her preferences settled within.
He cleared his throat softly, which broke the awkward air between them.
"We haven't had much in the kitchen lately, but I noticed some snacks and fruits stocked here. I wonder who brought them in." He muttered, trying to sound casual rather than prying into her.
