Two weeks later
Ashton’s POV
I shift closer to the woman curled up beside me, her hair splayed out across her pillow, a chocolate mess that I caused just thirty minutes ago, after I devoured her for the third time since we came to bed. I can’t help it, I physically cannot stay away from this woman.
I reach for her hand, picking it up gently so as not to wake her, the large diamond on her fourth finger glittering in the moonlight as I wrap my hand around hers. I asked her to marry me two days after she said she was ready. Is it fast? Yeah, do I give a s.hit? Not a f.ucking chance, though neither of us feel the need to rush the actual wedding.
Unlike Krista and I, which always felt like a battle . . . Luna and I . . . its as though we were meant to be together. Everything feels right whe
