ASHERThe next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. I shifted slightly beneath the covers, my body still aching from the night before. The memories of Ethan, rutting into me and everything else. Ethan’s arm was draped possessively over me, his warmth pulling me back toward the edge of sleep. But there was no escaping the reality that waited outside this room.I stirred, careful not to wake him, though part of me knew he wasn’t asleep. Ethan was never fully at rest, not even when he allowed himself these stolen moments with me. As soon as my body moved away from his, I felt his grip tighten slightly, a subtle reminder that he wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.“Ash,” his voice rumbled against my ear, low and commanding, “where do you think you’re going?”I glanced over my shoulder at him, my heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. “We need to get ready,” I whispered, though there was no real reason to whisper. No one would dare ent
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