I woke in the morning to gentle shaking. I opened my eyes and saw Ashton in the soft glow of sunrise. “Time to get up,” he whispers.
“How long was I sleeping?” I ask.
“Maybe three hours,” he tells me. “If we leave now, we can cover a lot of distance today.”
“Okay,” I yawn, sitting up and brushing the dirt from my face.
Ashton saddles the horses as I cut some bread and cheese for us to eat before we start on the journey.
“Thank you,” he says, taking some and eating it quickly.
The silence between us for the first time since being with him is uncomfortable. I eat the bread and cheese and watch him, as he actively attempts to keep me from his gaze. I find myself wondering if he’s even slept.
“Let’s go,” he says, harshly.
I don’t respond, I just grab
