ROSIE
Ashton. Ashton. Ashton.
Am I actually going crazy? Is this what losing it feels like? Because I swear I can't get him out of my head. He's everywhere in my thoughts, in my lungs, still lingering on my skin like his cologne has branded me. And here I am, breathing him in like it's oxygen. What the hell is wrong with me?
I've got the Ashton fever. It's official. How else do you explain me still tossing in bed two hours later, replaying last night's escapade only now, he's the big bad wolf, and I'm the hopelessly horny damsel begging to get eaten?
I'm lying on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, hoping sleep will come and do the rest.
But either I'm dreaming... or hallucinating.
Because why the hell am I back in that room again?
"Call My Name" by JCalm pulses low from hidden speak
