Poppy's P.O.V
I watched as he strolled past me. I once again got a whiff of the flowery scent that was all over him. A scent that was not mine. I felt a growl erupt from my chest as I reached out, catching his wrist in my hand.
Ashton turned and looked at me, his eyebrow c****d upright in a surprising position.
"He's... A friend of mine. He gave me his shirt because I transformed for the first time." I sighed as I spoke the truth, looking deeply into his eyes. His face softened as he gritted his teeth. I watched his facial expression become deep in thought as he studied my face.
"If that's what you tell me. I will believe you." He spoke quietly and looked into my eyes. His emerald eyes looked almost the same colour as my dress the night we met. They shone with happiness almost. though
