Ashton’s POV
Luna’s lips twitch as she raises an eyebrow challengingly, my chuckle deepening as I nod my agreement.
‘I think I can fix that for you,’ I murmur gruffly.
She watches me while I lean back slightly, my eyes never leaving hers as I cross my arms and grab the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head in one fluid movement. I toss it onto the floor, the quiet thud of the fabric the only sound in the room besides our breathing. When I turn back to her, her gaze is tracing the lines of my chest, her hands hovering for a moment before she tentatively places her palms flat against my ribs.
The touch of her hands on my bare skin is almost painful, electricity pulsing between us as she hesitates, no doubt feeling what I feel. Her fingers are cool, but they rapidly warm up against
