Rosie
The morning sun was too bright. It felt like a spotlight on my face as I sat at the small kitchen table with Ashton. My boyfriend was sipping his coffee, looking at me with a playful, slightly annoyed pout. My heart was still doing a nervous dance in my chest from yesterday’s disaster.
"I'm still a little disappointed, Rosie," Ashton said, setting his mug down with a clink. "I checked my phone all night. You didn't send me a single picture from your shoot."
I forced a laugh, but it sounded thin and fake even to my own ears. "You’re the one who told me 'no'! You said you didn't want to see them while you were in your meeting, remember?"
"That doesn't mean I didn't want them at all," he teased, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "Who wouldn't want to see your hot body? Y
