Ashley
"Luther, can you bring that big-ass box in here?" I holler, half-bent over another one stuffed to the brim with every type of shoe you could think of.
He grunts something from down the hall—probably a yes, probably a complaint, probably both—but I don't even look up. I'm too busy trying to untangle a pair of heels that somehow braided themselves together like they were planning a jailbreak.
It's been a week since I officially moved in with Gray.
Seven days.
One hundred and seventy-something hours.
A blur of filming content for my socials, pretending I haven't been living out of duffel bags my whole adult life since my grandparents kicked me out, and jumping my man's bones the second he walks through the door like he just came back from war.
And between all that?
I've been ta
