Ashton’s POV
The cool air of the bedroom hits my damp skin, but the warmth radiating from Luna as she lies tangled in my arms keeps the chill at bay. My chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, her head pressed against my heart, no doubt able to hear the steady thump of my heartbeat.
I run my fingers through her hair, marvelling at the quiet peace that has finally settled over us. The heavy, suffocating guilt that had been trailing me all week is gone, washed away by the sheer vulnerability of what we just shared.
But as the sweat cools on our skin, I feel her shiver slightly against me, she tries to suppress it, but I know her body, almost as well as I know my own .
‘Come on,’ I murmur, my voice low and thick with sleep. I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. ‘Let’s get wa
