Ashley stared at Azar, wiping away the tears in her eyes. She gently stroked his cheek, feeling her heart sink in her chest.
"I don't wanna do this," she whispered, sniffing.
"Do what?" he asked sleepily, pulling her closer.
"This. I don't wanna end up heart broken."
"You won't."
"What if I do?"
He opened his eyes, and cupped her cheek, gently caressing it. "Then you can keep mine."
"What?"
"Heart. If yours gets broken, you already have mine to spare." He grinned.
Ashley let out a chuckle. "But then I only have yours. Because mine is..." she trailed off, placing her finger on the marking on his chest. "Somewhere else."
"Hmm, is that so?" He raised an eyebrow, climbing on top of her.
"Mhm."
"Let me bring it back then." He poked her waist, making her squeal.
"What are you--stop!
