ROSIE
I'm waiting, expecting an answer. Maybe a single word would do.
Instead of an explanation, Ashton just stares at me, like I’ve peeled back a layer he never meant for anyone to see.
For a fleeting second, it’s all over his face. The guilt? The truth? Or maybe it's the part of him he’s fought hard to keep buried.
But the next second… it’s gone. His gaze drops to my lips.
And suddenly, he’s not looking at me like I’m his best friend anymore.
He’s looking at me like I’m the only girl in this damn club.
Like I’m the answer to every question he’s been too afraid to ask.
My brain cells short-circuit. I can’t think. I mean I'm f*****g trying to piece my self all together again. But I can't. I fuckimg can't. Not when his eyes burn into me like that. Not when I’m starting to picture
