ASHLEY
Wrapped and naked under the comforter with my ex-fiance is definitely not part of my morning routine. I groan, wincing as I untangle myself on the sheets.
I’m so sore.
Beckett definitely loves me.
I roll my eyes and pick up my shirts when a sudden realization crosses my head.
“Shit.” I said, quickly turning around expecting Matthews to be here. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized he wasn’t.
Thank God.
Imagine the chaos when all along he’s here? Ugh. Beckett and I should be really careful.
It only took me some time to dress myself again before I sat on the corner and watch Beckett asleep. He’s draped on his bed like he’d run twenty laps yesterday. I couldn’t blame him. He obviously, in his own accord, did all the work.
After our little argument in his car,
