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

of fruits that John brought earlier was still in the yard and it

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

too. When I was a kid,

Macy had always said that she craved for them, so I washed

still in hospital, I would

saw it was Ashton in grey pajamas. He

don’t you sleep in?” It was still early and there was

about him. Sure enough, he looked at me for a

mobile phone and

was raspy. “Cats tend to be irritable and cranky when they are feeling unsettled. Humans are the same and we haven’t done

of suppressed desire,

I said nothing.

how proper and well-dressed a man might be; he would become a

consent, he held back no more. His hands moved around my

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

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

not surprised,

was low and seductive as he caught my hands and

We did not speak.

I lay limp in his arms. He washed me and dressed

me into the living room and placed me

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

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