Ashton's jaw clenched so hard I thought he might chip a molar.
One of his hands twitched, like he was dying to grab me but was trying to play it cool.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
Neither of us blinked.
It was a Mexican standoff, except no one had a gun.
The lights had dimmed—had they always been that low?
His stupid smart home probably detected horniness and adjusted the mood lighting.
I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears, my chest pressed to his.
He wasn't saying a word.
Neither was I.
We were both waiting for the other to make a move first.
Pride's a b***h like that.
Then—fine. I cracked first.
I shut my eyes, leaned in, lips inches from his, my breath ghosting across his skin—
His phone rang.
I jerked back.
Sat up ramrod
