“I like all versions of Lady Ashley Belarnt,” Tyler droned, pressing her against him as her face reddened. Her full length rested against his powerful frame, her feet barely touching the ground as he held on to her.
Lady Belarnt gasped, her eyes getting darker once again.
“But I’m not available,” he stated as he gazed softly down at her, his expression steady, like his heart that beat against her racing chest, a small smile on his no longer pale face.
Ashley smiled, her lips trembling.
“What are we to do?” she breathed, tracing his jawline with her finger tips.
Tyler held her. Their bodies saying what their minds could not voice out.
Ashley did not command Tyler, and Tyler did not try to use the incident with her father against her.
The Lady did not issue any threats nor make any de
