Luna’s POV
Standing outside of Mr Farris’ apartment, I nibble my lower lip anxiously. As I’m here, I should check my own apartment, but I don’t want the huge hockey player beside me to see where I live. It’s not that I’m ashamed . . . I worked hard for what I have . . . but it’s so far removed from his own privileged life, I . . . don’t want him to judge me.
‘Are you ready to go kitten?’ he asks softly, drawing me from my thoughts.
I paste on a smile, ‘yeah, um, yes . . I just . . I need to do something . . . you can go back to the car, I’ll be there in a minute . . .’
Ashton looks down at me with those intense, green eyes, ‘I’ll come with you,’ he replies simply.
I shift from foot to foot, desperately wanting to dissuade him, but I don’t know how.
‘Kitten’ he rumbles gruffly, ‘lead
