Ashton’s POV
I could sense her as soon as she entered the kitchen. That signature vanilla scent that follows her, drifts through the air, wrapping around me dragging every damn detail my mind conjured up in the shower last night back to the surface. I refuse to look at Luna. The mortification from last night still burns deep within me. I’m terrified that if I turn around, she’ll see the desire smouldering in my eyes, that she’ll somehow know the thoughts I’ve been having about her.
I need to get out of my house. Now.
I grab my coffee and bolt for the door, desperate to avoid eye contact as she asks about dinner. Again, worried about me!
I stumble out of the front door, hauling it closed behind me just as the cab I called screeches to a stop at the curb. The driver blares his horn obno
