This was the second time Ashton had caught me in an awkward moment.

The first time, I'd stumbled upon him half-naked, wrapped only in a towel. This time, he'd overheard me thirsting over him.

I couldn't help but suspect he'd opened the door on purpose. Why else would he wait so long, only to open it right when I was saying something embarrassing?

At that critical moment, the only way to salvage my dignity was to act drunk. If I pretended to have ...