ASHLEY
I laugh.
Or—I try to.
It comes out thinner than it should. My throat’s too tight, and the sound barely makes it past my teeth. Beckett doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy pressing kisses into my cheek, my temple, that stupid spot behind my ear he knows makes me squirm. His hand’s under the blanket, fingertips moving over the curve of my hip like he’s not even watching the movie anymore.
We’re supposed to be relaxing.
That’s what I said. A break. Something normal for once. But I can’t get my shoulders to drop, no matter how soft he kisses or how warm his arm feels around me. My brain won’t shut up. Every time I close my eyes, I see Remy. Still in that classroom. Still against that wall. Still saying those words like they were supposed to mean something to me.
Fiancé.
What a
