LUCAS’ POV
The first rays of the sun come in through my curtains. The rays highlighted her face. Ashley.
She’s curled up beneath the blanket I threw over her last night. Her hair is all over the pillow. Strands stick out in a messy way, but the sunlight softens it. The sunlight on her face makes her look even more beautiful, if that's even possible.
My chest tightens. I felt an ache in my chest just by looking at her.
I stand in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her breathe slowly. She looks peaceful. Too peaceful for someone who nearly collapsed last night.
She looks… right here.
The thought slams into me, uninvited. My subconscious whispers it again: She belongs here.
I shake my head. No. She doesn’t. She can’t.
I slip out before I do something reckless, like walk over and br
