Ashton remained still for a moment, not responding.

I tilted my head, feeling a bit confused. "What is it? Have you changed your mind? Or..."

Before I could finish, his lips brushed mine in a soft kiss. It wasn't deep or rushed—just a gentle press that silenced me. When he pulled back slightly, he whispered, "I do."

I smiled, my cheeks flushing red.

Ashton, who always carried himself with such composure, seemed ...