I hugged him the way I had wanted to ever since I saw him arrive at the restaurant.
“I’m not going to leave you alone,” I whispered against his chest. “So don’t ask me to go.”
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
“Ashley...”
“If you want to push me away, then do it. I’m not letting go.”
“f**k, you’re so...” The muscles in his back tightened. “Stubborn.”
I closed my eyes and focused on listening to the beat of his heart. Easton stood very still, but he made no attempt whatsoever to pull away from me.
A hug wasn’t the best cure for a fit of rage, but it was the only thing I could think of.
And apparently, it was working.
His breathing returned to normal, and the tremors in his body disappeared.
“Are you calmer now?” I dared to ask after a while.
He swallowed.
“When you let me go, I’m going to
