*Ahsley*
The low hanging winter sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling light across my bedroom as I wake up. I stretch, feeling the cool sheets against my skin, and the events of last night flood back to me. I sit up, heart racing. Today is the day I take control.
As I head to the kitchen, the smell of something cooking wafts through the air. My stomach flips, and a knot forms in my throat. Lucas. I pause at the doorway, peeking inside. There he is, standing over the stove in his tux pants and dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, a frown etched across his face. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all.
“Hey,” I say, keeping my voice steady, despite the turmoil inside me. “Morning.”
He turns, surprise flickering across his features. “Ashley. You’re up early.”
“Yeah,” I repl
