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?”

looked away, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught looking at him in his sleep. “You

the market. The box of fruits that John

fruits in a plate and brought some in. John was right. They were all fruits from R Province. The tomatoes were not very big but they tasted

were great too. When I was a kid, I always

for them, so I washed some

in hospital, I would send them to

around to look and saw it

early and there was nothing for him to

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

mobile phone and told him plainly,

to be irritable and cranky when they are feeling unsettled.

suppressed desire, “Shall we go to

I said nothing.

enough, no matter how proper and well-dressed a man might be; he would become a horny ba*tard whenever

more. His hands moved around my waist and explored, sliding

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 put his arms around my waist as he lowered his head

was not surprised,

as he caught

We did not speak.

in his

into the living room and placed me on the sofa

good understanding of the saying – A hungry wolf is an angry

called me quite a few times. While Ashton was in the