"I don't think anything horrible happens when you look not for comfort," Ashton told me—when Heracles looked at us, Tate's face showed signs of nervousness. Still, Heracles maintained his composure, which repulsed me.
"It's because I am not feeling well," I lied. He chuckled when he held Tate's, watching us with her wide eye gaze, and gulped.
"That has my deepest condolences. Should we make the trip back?" He explained. I didn't even give myself a moment to think before shaking my head, and whenever Heracles got closer to me, I could feel his hand on my waist.
Ashton gave a teasing grin while looking. I'm sure he's picked up on something, but he's acting completely innocent.
"I don't think so," Heracles responded to his query in his low voice—at the same time, he kept smelling my shou
