Luna’s POV
I intend to ask for a towel so I can have a shower. While a few hand towels hang on the rails in my small bathroom, the larger bath towels are nowhere to be found despite my searching. However, as I walk out of my room, moving down the hallway to find the single father, the door to the hallway bathroom opens and a Ashton steps out, practically running me down.
He jerks to a halt as my eyes widen in shock, my gaze transfixed as I take in the huge, shirtless man in front of me, water beading on his skin and dripping to the floor in heavy droplets. He clutches, his towel wrapped daughter protectively in his arms, his muscles tense as he holds her close to his damp skin.
The itsy bitsy, teeny tiny crush I harbour for the hockey star hits me with the force of a high speed collisio
