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?”

away, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught looking at him in his sleep. “You get more sleep. I’m

of fruits that John brought earlier was still in the yard and it was too big for me to move it

a plate and brought some in. John was right. They

was a kid, I always liked to eat that with

had always said that she craved for them, so I washed some and packed them for her. After checking the time,

still in hospital, I

I turned around to look and saw it was Ashton in grey pajamas. He was tall and slim and looked attractive

early

compelling air about him. Sure enough, he looked at me for a long time

mobile phone and told him plainly,

me from behind and his voice was raspy. “Cats tend to be irritable and cranky when they are feeling unsettled. Humans are the same and we haven’t done it for

desire, “Shall we go to the

I said nothing.

a man might be; he would become a horny ba*tard whenever he

no more. His hands

If he continued and if Mrs. Eriksen came home, we

to the bathroom!” 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

not surprised,

as he caught my hands and our

We did not speak.

in his arms. He washed me and dressed me in some clothes

and placed me on the sofa before going back

good understanding of the saying – A

Ashton was in the bathroom, I answered the call, feeling quite tired. “What’s the