ROSIE
I'm halfway escaping from Ashton's door, about to skip the most mortifying moment of my life, when it swings open behind me.
Ashton steps outside casually. Casually? Like friendship casually! Didn't he just traumatize me with a full frontal ten seconds ago? It's almost as if I'm imagining things, but it did happened.
He's got pants on now, thank the goddess, and a plain gray tee that hugs his body in ways it has no business doing.
Even with the tight tees, his abs are still very much present. The shirt clings just enough to tease the outline, every ridge pushing against the fabric like it's about to give up.
He looks... effortless. Too effortless.
Meanwhile, I'm standing there with a flushed face and a brain that's short-circuited.
"I'm, I'm sorry!" I blurt out, hands flying
