~ASHTON~

Nine days.

It's been nine days since Hazel woke up with her face on my lap, then buried her nose against my neck like she was trying to breathe me in.

Nine days since I felt her inhale, slow and deliberate, like she was memorizing the way I smelled.

Nine days since I cracked one eye open, saw her lashes flutter, and pretended I was still asleep even though every drop of blood in my body had rushed south the second her warm breath hit my neck.

I still haven't asked her ...