Ch-124. Sinful

Ashley's POV:

The night is still, and the deck is perfectly calm, with only the gentle sound of the waves lapping against the yacht. The breeze is gentle, just enough to tease strands of my hair across my face.

It feels almost sinful to break his peaceful atmosphere.

Ethan sits beside me in blissful silence. He has draped his jacket over my shoulders, and though it is big enough to go way past my hips, it is warm and smells like him; I can't stop myself from taking a few whiffs every now and then.

The overhead lights cast a golden glow over everything; it is just us the two of us out here, as the staff has retreated to give us privacy.

Ethan has spread his legs out in front of him, looking perfectly relaxed, while my legs are folded to one side, my head resting on his shoulder.

There are half- drunken champagne flutes in our hands; the bubbles fizzing gently. Every now and then, Ethan picks up a chocolate- covered strawberry and brings it to my lips, as the dessert he had promised