I didn’t understand what Ashton wanted, but the way he grabbed my chin made me open my mouth instinctively, more from the sharpness of his grip than compliance. My breaths came out in soft pants as the discomfort faded.

The next second, he let go of me. “You didn’t drink alcohol, so why is your face so red?”

My eyes widened as realization struck. He had asked me to pull over just to check if I’d been drinking. But it wasn’t alcohol that had caused my flushed face—it ...