Ashtine’s POV
The next morning came like a slap in the face. I didn’t sleep well , how could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his.
Dark. Heated. Confused.
And the way he looked at me right after he kissed me,, like I was something he didn’t expect to want this badly. I rolled out of bed, threw on a hoodie, and went outside to get some air before everyone else woke up. The cool mountain breeze hit me like a reset button.
It was just a kiss.
That’s what I kept telling myself. Over and over again. But my heart? Yeah, that traitor had other ideas. I walked down toward the common area, needing coffee like my life depended on it. But just as I reached the path and boom.
I froze.
He was there.
Rich Dawson.
Leaning against a post like some goddamn cover model with a cup of coffee i
