When There Is Nothing Left But Love

With a sigh of relief, I lay down and got ready to sleep.

The next morning.

I woke up earlier than usual.

Ashton had not woken up yet and he was sleeping very soundly. Even then, his sleeping posture was very pleasant to the eyes. His neat and short black hair revealing his classic facial features which were well-defined.

It was the first time that I looked at his face so carefully.

His eyelashes were very long, his lips were tightly closed and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly!

This facial expression was an indication of constant alertness.

It had been said that people who slept with this posture were persistent and insistent on getting their way.

Indeed, Ashton fitted that description.

He had a broad chest, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. Additionally, his legs were well-proportioned and slender!

His level of alertness was extremely high even when he was sound asleep.

He opened his pitch-black eyes suddenly with not the slightest bit of sleepiness and staring straight at me.

As our eyes met, I was taken aback for a moment but quickly returned to normalcy.

After a while, his tense body relaxed. His eyes narrowed and he stretched out his hand. “Come here?”

the slightest embarrassment of being caught looking at him in

that John brought earlier was still in the yard and

I might as well just fill the fruits in a plate and brought some in. John was right. They were all fruits from R Province. The

a kid, I always liked to eat that

always said that she craved for them, so I washed some and

in hospital, I would send them

top of the stairs, I turned around to look and saw it was Ashton in

early and there was nothing

seemed cold but there was a compelling air about him. Sure enough, he looked at me for a long time

put down my mobile phone and told him plainly, “Later, I shall be going to the hospital

and his voice was raspy. “Cats tend to be irritable and cranky when they are feeling unsettled.

of suppressed desire, “Shall we go to the

I said nothing.

no matter how proper and well-dressed a man might be;

held back no more. His hands moved around my

continued and if Mrs.

As he spoke, he had already picked me up and stepped into the bathroom. Then, he turned on the shower before putting me on the edge of the bath. He

was not surprised,

as he

We did not speak.

in his arms. He washed me

into the living room and placed me on the sofa before going back to

understanding of the saying – A hungry wolf

Ashton was in the bathroom, I answered the call, feeling quite