Luna’s POV
Ashton looks utterly exhausted as we move into the living room. Beth is wrapped around him like a baby koala, refusing to let go. He sinks heavily onto the couch, holding her tightly against his chest as his hollow eyes find mine.
‘You saw,’ he states quietly, ‘you saw what they are saying.’
I hesitate for a split second before I nod. ‘Yeah. It is all over the news.’
He swallows thickly, his tongue flicking out to moisten his dry lips. ‘I didn’t do what they were saying,’ he tells me, his gaze searching my face as though looking for a sign that I don’t believe him. ‘She just wanted an autograph on her shirt. When I leaned in to sign it, she just . . . she pulled her shirt open . . . I swear, I’m not like that . . .’
‘I know’ I reply instantly, horrified that he would think
