ASHLEY'S P. O. V

EIGHT YEARS AGO.

There's something about the guy mowing the lawn that made my breath catch every single time.

Mother thinks I skipped golf with her and father today because of my period cramps, she doesn't know it because I just want to sit at my window and watch him as he works.

He paused to wipe sweat from his face with the back of his hand, and the muscles in his biceps flexed. My heart began beating fast, Is he going to do it again, take off his shirt and tuck it in ...