~HAZEL~

Ashton looked as though my question had somehow pained him. I did not understand what I'd asked wrong. He said that I was tight and I wasn't sure if that meant I hurt his fingers.

"Fuck no." He growls. "Well yes—and no."

He was confusing me.

Yes, and no? What was that supposed to mean?

He pulled his fingers out and then pushed them back in, distracting me from our conversation. The stretch burned sweetly. My hips rocked forward before I could stop them, chasing the ...