Ashton’s POV
The warmth of Luna’s hand in mine is almost dizzying. For the past week, the space between us has felt like a physical chasm, one I carved out myself because of the sheer, crushing guilt I have felt from hurting her. Even though it was an accident, seeing the pain in her eyes, pain I put there, nearly tore me apart. I swore to myself I wouldn't touch her, wouldn't push her, and wouldn't even suggest sharing a bed until she was completely, unequivocally ready.
To have her standing here in the dim light of the hallway, her fingers laced securely through mine, feels like the first real breath of air I’ve taken in seven days.
I lead her into my bedroom, the floorboards quiet beneath our bare feet. When I close the door behind us, the soft click of the latch sounds incredibly lo
