KELLAN'S P.O.V

Ashley was the death of me.

Ashley in that dress—my last breath, my ultimate undoing.

But Ashley saying yes to a kiss? Even though she may hate me, that was the end of everything I feared, and the beginning of everything I hoped for.

She was still my Ashley. My wife, the woman I'll do anything for.

“Only one kiss and you'll leave me alone, Kellan,” she said with a flat voice and cold eyes. “I mean it”

My throat tightened. “Yes,” I lied.

The hell I would. ...