Ashlee’s eyes opened slowly, instantly feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in, but her gaze softened when she noticed Kyle lying beside her, a small, tender smile on his face as he watched her sleep.
“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered in a rough, husky tone, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. She couldn’t hold back any longer and began to sob into his arms, catching him off guard.
Is she crying because he kissed her?
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, cupping her face as she glared at him, anger simmering in her eyes.
“You… you… Bastard!” She punched his shoulder lightly and cried like a child. Confused but caring, he pulled her closer, letting her vent her emotions.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pressing his face into her hair. She stopped crying, studying him carefully.
How many per
