KAYLA ROCHELLE
After our intense love-making session, I slept peacefully in his arms. I can’t count how many times he woke me up in the middle of the night, flipped me over, and we had crazy s*x all over the place—on his bed, on his couch, on the balcony, even in his hot jacuzzi.
It was a crazy night for both of us, and that night I didn’t treat him like the friend he had always been to me; I treated him like my soon-to-be husband. He was sweet and handled me like I was a delicate piece of a flower vase that he didn’t want to break, yet he was so sweet to me.
The night opened my eyes. Ashford was not just like a brother to me; he was my soulmate, and I knew I had to treat him like one. He was snoring silently beside me. I stealthily got out of bed, grabbed his robe, covered myself, and
