I woke up to a fuzzy feeling inside. Since Trouble was with Jackie, I knew the arms next to me weren't an overgrown dog with arms and abs. I jumped, surprised someone else was in my bed. I slipped out underneath the covers, wearing a long shirt that wasn't mine. I looked at the bed, the man sleeping beside me.
Ashton.
His back was bare, so I assumed the shirt I was wearing was Ashton's.
But that bed wasn't mine, nor was this my room. This room was accompanied by a full suite, the bathroom door over to the right of the bed ajar slightly. To the left, a small living space and desk area, making me curious as to what else this suite held, but I didn't want to stay here.
I was light, so sneaking away would be a little easier. I didn't see any of my own clothes so I searched a d
