Ashley
Even before opening my eyes, I knew I wasn’t in my own room.
The bed was too large, and the scent of the sheets was different.
I mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to my chin. I wanted to keep dreaming about Easton, but despite myself, I forced myself to sit up.
“Did you know you make weird noises when you sleep?” a deep, husky voice said, one that could send shivers down my spine within seconds.
Easton Cash was sitting on a small couch across from the bed, watching me with dark eyes. He had traded his Wolves uniform for a pair of sweatpants that, quite frankly, looked very good on him.
Good Lord, anyone would be happy waking up to a view like that.
“Easton? Why...?” My face heated as memories of last night came rushing ba
