"Don't forget my words, Ashley," that irritating woman called after me as I walked away. "Easton knows exactly what he needs... and he also knows you'll never be able to give it to him."
After pushing my way through the sea of people, I hurried back to the locker room. Once inside, I sat down in a chair and pretended to be looking at something on my phone.
Suddenly the door burst open.
Easton walked in drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged, and his fists were stained with blood.
"Are you okay?" I asked, getting to my feet.
His blue eyes locked onto mine, and instead of answering, he walked over, took one of my hands, and placed it against his chest, right over his heart.
My own heart immediately started pounding.
Easton closed his eyes and swallowed hard several times.
"Easto
