ASH’S POV
My eyebrows furrowed, the frown on my face deepening with every second that passed of me remembering how the previous night went.
How Cleo had refused to answer my question and instead, ran out of the kitchen to her room, refusing to return downstairs until my mum and I left the hours.
Not like it wasn’t already awkward anyways, but the rest of the dinner without her by the table turned out to be awkward. Her dad had headed over to her room for a failed attempt of getting her downstairs before eventually giving up and letting her be.
I rolled the sleeves of my shirt up, catching a glimpse of the tattoo around my arms, a groan immediately escaping my lips. I’d gotten those tattoos the second I graduated high school and not even for a second did I regret them. Even my mum’s obv
