I was momentarily dumbstruck. Who was he referring to?
“What?”
Without saying anymore, he lowered his head and kissed me deeply. It was as though he wanted to swallow me alive.
He was being moody.
I noticed it when we were at the hotel. But, why?
I thought he was tired from work. But now, he didn’t seem to be tired at all.
In the bathroom’s permeating heat, his raging desire was full-on.
“Ashton!” I said, but he had already lifted me up in his arms.
He stopped his movements altogether. He stared at me with his dark eyes, and he was breathing heavily.
I was obviously bewildered.
“Are you angry?” I asked cautiously.
He looked at me with narrow eyes, but his gaze was soft and gentle as always.
“You don’t want to do it?” he asked hoarsely. His voice sounded restrained.
I shook my head. “I want it. But let’s not do it here, okay?”
He wrapped his arms around me. With a low voice, he said, “Okay.”
With me in his arms, he headed straight to the bedroom and gently put me on the bed.
It was not the first time for me to sleep with him, but this time it felt different.
That night, I couldn’t fall asleep. My heart ached as I lay next to him.
It was past midnight when I was woken up to the sound of Ashton groaning in pain. I sat up in bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
Ashton was sweating profusely. With a frown on his face, he kept crying out in pain.
He was having a nightmare.
I woke him up. “Ashton…”
When he woke up and saw that it was me, he wrapped his arms tightly around me and said in a low and hoarse voice, “Scarlett, please don’t go.”
I was momentarily startled, then I reached out my hand to comfort him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Lying back in bed, he hugged me as I wiped the sweat from his forehead. I asked, “Did you have a nightmare?”
Ashton said, “I don’t want to live another four long years of loneliness.”
Hot tears brimmed in my eyes. “There won’t be another such four years. Let’s go on like this for the rest of our lives.”
He held me in a tight embrace and said in a deep voice, “Tell me that you love me, Scarlett.”
I lifted my head and looked at his chiseled face. In an earnest and steadfast voice, I said, “I love you, Ashton.”
He smiled brightly and said, “I love you too.”
This was the first time we poured our hearts out to each other.
He said, “Thank you.”
I froze. “What for?”
Thank you for loving me. And thank you for coming back to me.
It was a long and cold winter in K City. Winter had started last November and persisted till March.
Summer caught a cold. After getting out of bed in the morning, I tried to shake her up, but she continued to sleep on.
Ashton was nowhere in sight, but there was a note on the bedside table. “It’s cold. Remember to put on an extra layer of clothing. Drink more warm water.”
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