Electric? Stovetop? Would those work in a hotel room? I’m only here for a few days, I don’t need a fancy one. Unless I put it in the new house…no, I already have multiple.

My deep thoughts about tea kettles are briefly halted when you step past me to get to the shelf, holding a small stepladder and some items to restock. I give you a polite smile in passing, doing a quick double take as you pass me.

She’s pretty- No. Focus, Harry. Tea kettles.

I shake my head as I pull my gaze from you, my thoughts returning to the mental debate instead of a pretty worker. I exhale as my hand runs over my jaw, my brows furrowing.

I’m in town for a few days and temporarily staying in a hotel room while my realtor shows me a few houses out here, since I’m looking to move. My things are already packed, including my kettle, so I just something to tide me over for a few- woah.

I instantly move forward when your ladder wobbles as you step onto it, my hand grasping the handle to make sure it stays in place.