CHAPTER 57.
THE TRICK.
~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~
For a few moments, we both lay there, the only sound being our ragged breathing.
I lift my head and take a glance at him. His face is turned to the other side, his chest rising and falling rapidly. For a moment, I don’t say a word, just taking in his beauty….his sweaty body, his furrowed brows, and the beads of sweat forming along his beard. So sexy.
The next moment, he turns toward me, and I quickly snap my gaze away, avoiding eye contact. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’ve been doing this with Matt. I don’t know what this means to him, but to my body, it’s something else… something I crave but hate to admit.
If this ever gets out… It sounds like a taboo. Perhaps I’ll get my head chopped off, just like in those fantasy
