Ashlyn's POV
“Evan!” I called out as I approached him.
He stood, leaning against his bike, lost in thought. At the sound of my voice, he flinched.
He glanced over his shoulder, then his gaze followed me until I was standing directly in front of him. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I forced a smile.
“Let’s go,” I said, hoping to brush off the awkwardness.
But he ignored me, and in his sharp tone, he asked, “What was that, Ashlyn?”
“Um… I don’t know what you mean,” I muttered, looking away.
Suddenly, his hands gripped my arms, and I could feel his intense gaze. “You were in the arms of my brother, half-naked. I’m talking about that.”
I swallowed hard, and my stomach was tightening in panic. It was just what I wanted to avoid, but he seemed like he was not going to let it go. “It’s
