"I was afraid you'd escape if your knees went weak," Ashton said, his voice calm yet teasing, as if he could see right through me.

I buried my face in his chest, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "If I wanted to escape, I wouldn’t have let you come in the first place," I said stubbornly.

"I see. Then I must’ve misunderstood," he replied smoothly, his tone playful yet sincere.

His words made my blush deepen. Still holding me in his arms, Ashton walked into the bedroom. ...