Forty-Three

Chadwick

Ashanti's lips formed a thin line as her gaze dropped slightly. She had a frown on her face. She kept crossing and uncrossing her arms as she was lost in thought and her mind racing.

"Relax," I said, pulling her into my arms and loving the occasional jolt of him, brushing my thigh. I could not believe how her wild touch sent a warning shiver down my spine.

"I am at ease," she muttered.

“What is occupying your thoughts, then? You're not present at the moment. Look around you, everyone is having fun."

She grimaced when I pointed out a happy girl jumping on her partner's dick.

"Ugh," she groaned, her nose turning up in disgust. “For the love of Pete, this is public property. Why do they keep desecrating it?"

I found her response amusing, and I burst out laughing."Coming from someone who flirted with me behind a graveyard?"

Glancing at me, she looked ten years younger, her soft curves fitting my body as she buried her face against my throat.

"I'm just worried, that's all," she si