Thus, Ashton was simply overthinking it. His quiet warning still lingered in my mind, but fatigue weighed heavier than doubt.
When we finally reached home, my body felt too heavy to move on its own. Ashton didn't wait for me to struggle. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me into the bedroom, his grip steady and careful, as if I were something he had already claimed to protect.
I barely registered the rest. The warmth of the room, the steadiness of his presence, and the comfort of the bed pulled me under.
In no time, I was sound asleep.
…
The next morning, I woke to an empty space beside me. My hand reached out instinctively, searching for my phone, only to realize I had left it behind in the pavilion the night before.
After washing up, I made my way downstairs. The moment I stepped into the dining area, Mrs. Eriksen greeted me with a bright smile, her presence already filling the space with warmth. Ashton must have brought her back.
