KELLAN'S P.O.V

The soft thud of Ashley’s door closing was a stark contrast to the way my heart pounded in my chest.

My fingers balled by my side with the strain of keeping myself in check. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, not when I was deeply aware that Ashley was finally, finally home. Under the same roof with me, after over five months.

She was home. And I plan on making her stay.

It had been impossible to close my eyes and give in to sleep when every part of me ...