Chapter 57
Rosie
I wake up to Ashton staring at something on his nightstand. My eyes follow his, its a small velvet pouch.
My brows dip and Ashton's lip twitches in that suspicious way that makes my stomach flip. By the heavens, he doesn't need to tell me, this nigga is up to something.
"What's that?" I ask groggily. Ashton's standing at the closet, black linen shirt halfway buttoned, a half-smirk playing on his lips like he knows a secret joke.
I reach for it.
"Don't," he snaps. "It's for later," Ashton barely blinks slipping his arm through a black crew neck sweater. "We're going out tonight."
I pull the covers higher. "Where and why?"
He closes the space between us, flicks off a hair strand from my forehead.
"Somewhere I want to show you. Don't worry, cupcake, we'll tell Xyl
