Ashley
The moment my bedroom door closed, I started a victory dance inside my head. I waited, holding my breath for a count of three, just to be sure he was truly gone. A giddy, triumphant grin stretched my face so wide it actually hurt my cheeks. I pressed my back against the door and let out a silent squeal, pumping my fists in the air.
I won.
Okay, maybe "won" was a strong word for coercing him into a simple walk, but with Hayden, every small thing was like a championship game to him.
I scrambled to my closet, I was looking for something ideal to go walking this night with. I settled on a pair of soft, black leggings that did annoyingly good things for my legs and a slightly cropped, grey hoodie that was comfortable but didn't swallow me whole. I pulled my hair from its messy bun an
