Flynn muttered.

Sheryl’s POV My legs were on autopilot.

The thought of enjoying a large feast with my friends and family, with Ashton sitting in the guest bedroom, was unsettling in my stomach. I didn’t want to pretend that Ashton wasn’t here.

I felt it would have been unfair to him.

I knocked on the door to the room he occupied, feeling a wave of nerves surfacing in my chest.

“Come in,” he muttered from inside.

I opened the door, peering into the room.

He sat at the desk across the room with his laptop propped open. I should have known he would be working. He looked engrossed in whatever he was typing out on his computer.

I couldn’t help but stare at him, taking in the masculine glow that danced around his features. He was biting on his bottom lip as he concentrated, causing me to bite onto my own.

He glanced up from the computer, his eyes narrowed as he stared around my body. He took in my appearance it seemed before his eyes fell upon my gaze.

“Are you going to be joining us for dinner?” I asked,