21
Ashton
I left the chalet before the sun rose, jumped on the horse, and rode to the village.
The tug inside my chest only increased with the distance I put between Hayley and me, but it was for the best.
I let out a sigh, remembering last night. Despite our run-in with Hinata and the Spring soldiers, last night had been incredible. I knew I shouldn’t have given in, but a part of me didn’t regret having held Hayley, having danced with her, having kissed her.
A shiver ran down my spine at the memory of her mouth on mine, of her body pressed against mine. If she hadn’t touched my scars and made me self-conscious, I probably would have taken the kiss further than I should have. Holy petals, I shouldn’t even have touched her, much less kiss her or more.
During the ride back to the chale
