Ashlyn's POV
There was a long, heavy silence between us. I stood behind him, my forehead resting lightly against his back, waiting—hoping—for him to say something.
The quiet was unbearable. I wanted him to scold me, to get mad at me, to do anything that would break the stillness. But he remained silent, his posture stiff, his breathing steady.
“Please, say something,” I finally whispered with a voice trembling in desperation.
“What do you want me to say?” he finally asked in a deep and heavy tone.
“I don't know–” I whispered loud enough to hear.
“I know he said something. Or else you were ready to be with me, weren't you?”
After some seconds of silence, I gulped hard and replied, “My mother married your father, Xavier. So, it is impossible for us.”
“Are you sure about what you said
