Luna’s POV
I stay hidden in my room all night, locked in a silent argument with Ashton inside my head. I replay every word the hockey star and his daughter said, filling in what I should have said in response, but didn’t, my mouth once again letting me down. I lay, wide awake, most of the night, fuelled by the mortification that the single father thinks I’m cruising for men at the local park with his daughter as my makeshift wing woman.
As the sun’s rays filter through the c***k in my curtains, I throw back the covers and sit up. I finger comb my hair into a messy ponytail before pushing to my feet and padding toward the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror above the sink, I groan. I look how I feel, as though I haven’t slept at all. After using the facilities, I scrub my face with cold wate
