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?”

caught looking at him in his

that John brought earlier was still in the yard and it was too big

well just fill the fruits in a plate and brought some in. John was right. They were

I was a kid, I

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

was still in hospital, I would send

of the stairs, I turned around to look and saw it was Ashton in grey pajamas. He was tall and slim and looked

early and there was nothing

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

my mobile phone and told him plainly, “Later, I shall be going

be irritable and cranky when

of suppressed desire, “Shall we go to

I said nothing.

how proper and well-dressed a man might be; he would become a horny ba*tard whenever he had sexual

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

this is the living room!” If he continued and if Mrs. Eriksen came home, we would be

into the bathroom. Then, he turned on the shower before putting me on the edge of the bath. He put

was not

as he caught my hands and

We did not speak.

rolling in the tub for nearly an hour, I lay limp in

me into the living room and placed me on

of the saying – A hungry

called me quite a few times. While Ashton was in the bathroom, I answered the call, feeling quite tired. “What’s