ASH
When I asked Wren whether being called her lover meant I was actually her lover, she stared at me for so long that I genuinely started wondering if I had somehow offended her again.
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of wind beating faintly against the windows. Wren sat on the edge of the bed in silence while I leaned against the wall watching her.
Having heard those rogues call me those, I didn't think it was something I should sleep over with. And the fact that I loved how they called me that, was the most surprising thing to me.
Slowly, she looked up at me. The stare she gave me was long in a way that made me think she was reconsidering every decision that led to pulling me out of the snow.
I frowned slightly. “That bad of a question?”
“Ash,” she said carefully, “yo
