"Ash"
He took my hands, and we were dancing ballerina.
"Ash stop"
This man couldn't get any more romantic than he already was and with everything that was going on in my life, it was already hard and now it was getting more and more difficult.
Questioning his very existence due to my friend's death or let's say an enemy's death.
What was extraordinary was the way Ash knew how he died.
"You pushed chemicals down his throat?"
Ash's fingers were on my shoulder and waist, holding me closer.
I shifted uncomfortably when he winced a bit.
"Sorry, maybe that didn't come out right"
He sighed, his eyes on mine. But I averted my gaze.
There was no way he was going to pull me into a daze.
I was already in trouble of wanting to see him every day, and now this. There is a lot the human hear
