Rosie's POV
Ashton’s lips were soft.
Safe.
It felt like he was offering me comfort and not asking for more. It felt comforting, not wild or desperate, not like the kiss I had shared with Dominic that felt like it could set the world on fire. This one was gentle, and for a moment, I let myself melt into it.
But as his lips moved against mine, I felt the cold spread through my chest, not warmth.
Because this wasn’t where I was supposed to be.
This couldn't all be happening at once.
What was I doing?
What the hell was I becoming?
I had just been curled up on Dominic’s chest not even an hour ago, listening to the heartbeat of a man who didn’t want me, and now I was letting his brother kiss me?
My heart pounded. Shame coated my throat like poison.
I pulled back like I was yanking my
