Ash had thought of going to the playground totally by chance. When he’d said that he’d wanted to show Violet something, he’d honestly had no idea what he’d even meant. What was open in the middle of the night that wasn’t just another bar?
That random idea had turned into one of the best nights of his life—regardless of his skinned palm and newly bruised elbow.
“Ready?” He clambered onto the slide behind Violet and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Go!”
She squealed as they went down the slide before falling into a heap at the bottom. He laughed as she laughed, and all he wanted to do was kiss her again.
The streetlights surrounding the park provided enough illumination that he could make out her expression. She seemed relaxed for the first time that evening. Who would’ve thought he’d
