Ashton:
Scooting from beneath Arden’s protective embrace without grunting with every aching movement was difficult, keeping the hot water from hitting the staples in my scalp was even more challenging.
I felt like fire was lacing every inch of my sore skin, but just like every time before, I had to wash him off me. I hissed and gritted my teeth until the burning faded to a relaxing sting that made me sigh with some type of f.u.c.k.e.d up joy.
“Angel?” I heard Arden wake up and call for me because I was no longer beside him. After how I cried on him last night, he probably thinks I am standing on the rooftop, ready to fling myself onto the concrete below.
“In here,” I called, rubbing my sore throat with the memory of him choking the life from me flooding back.
“Are you okay? Should
