Nathan’s pov

Ashina sat on my bed, in my clothes, fidgeting with her fingers and she looked downward. “Im sorry Nathan,” she said dejectedly.

The clothes I had given her were oversized, too big even for a plus sized like her, but she sat there looking like a kid that was being reprimanded.

I opened my mouth to speak but my mind drifted to last night. The image of Ashina moaning to my ministrations playing vividly in my head.

“It was a long night and we both properly haven’t rested, ...