Ashley lay in Azar's lap, gazing up at the twinkling night sky. The moon seemed to be brighter than usual, casting a radiant blue hue on the surroundings. She could smell the fiery scent of his body, as one of his hands ran through her hair, and she played with the fingers of the other. She could not help but let out a content sigh, as she closed her eyes and snuggled into his toned chest.
"What would I do without you?" she whispered, gazing up into the pools of red. His eyes shone like the sun, as he glanced down at her.
"You'd probably be married to an ugly, old man, with a white beard and bumps and wrinkles all over his face."
She narrowed her eyes. "I'm still with an old man, who has white hair, and creepy scars covering his face."
"Ouch. So I'm old now?" He raised an eyebrow, le
