Chapter Twenty-Three
Mack
Days, nights, and weeks kept passing. Every single one of those nights found me tangled up in bed with Ash. The pressure of keeping a secret I didn’t want to keep was starting to feel heavy. Meanwhile, something else was happening.
All those years of finding it easy to keep things casual had me thinking I could manage this. If I was a master of anything, it was friends with benefits. It worked for me. No complications, keep it casual, and don’t worry about it. I told myself that was how it should feel with Ash.
But it didn’t. Not even a little. From the very first night I’d given in to the flames flickering between us, it was more. So much more.
I watched Ash play one night in Asheville. Most of our friends were there, and I’d had to batten down my reaction.
