Shattered Resolve

Stella

“Need a hand?”

Just as I’m about to toss the greasy pan into the soapy water to soak overnight and call it a night, I hear the all-too-familiar voice call out from behind me, and everything seems to stop. It’s all I can do to stiffly turn around, my eyes widening and my heart pounding.

There he is, standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his hair slightly tousled. I should be