ASYA'S POV
At least fifteen bags line the counter in a perfect row. Pasha bought way too much.
When he returned from the store an hour ago, he had to make two trips to the car to bring everything inside. After placing the last bag at the end of the line, he asked me to put away the groceries and make lunch. Then, laptop in hand, he disappeared into his bedroom, muttering something about work.
I start unpacking the first bag, leaving the ingredients I need for lasagna on the kitchen island and storing the rest. I should've been more specific with my list. I assumed he'd grab whatever pasta or tomato sauce caught his eye, but instead… every brand in the store seems to have made its way into my kitchen. Four kinds of lasagna noodles, three tomato sauces, six other types of pasta, and at least ten varieties of cheese are spilling from the first few bags alone.
