Ashton’s POV
I don’t sleep. Instead, I just hold my Kitten, listening to her soft, steady breaths until the early morning light filters through the break in the curtains, crawling across the carpet toward us.
Only then do I reluctantly toss back the covers, easing myself away from my woman. She stirs slightly from the loss of warmth, mumbling softly before settling back into her slumber. I pull on my boxers, then turn to tenderly tuck the blankets around her slim frame. I linger beside the bed, staring down at her peaceful face for a moment, before gathering up the rest of my clothes. I tiptoe out of the room, pulling the door closed behind me with a silent click.
I pad my way down the hallway in bare feet, stopping outside of Beth’s room. Peeking through the narrow c***k in the door, I
