Page 108 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“Good morning,” he said, voice still rough from sleep.

Ashley peered over her shoulder, eyes bleary, and blinked at him.

“Hi,” she croaked.

A grin split his cheeks and he pressed a kiss to the bite mark on her shoulder, feeling her shiver against him.

The phone continued to chime and Ashley eventually wiggled away from him, stretching for her phone on the nightstand. She silenced it, and then sat up.

“Oh shit, we have to go to the gym today,” she said.

Dylan stretched and groaned with it, treasuring the ache in his shoulder. “Yeah?”

Ashley’s gaze was stuck on the door, and she was nibbling her lip.

“What is it?” he asked, a pit opening up in his stomach. God, if she regretted it…

But he didn’t sense any regret. Only a tinge of embarrassment… no. Shyness.

“Why are you feeling shy?” he questioned. They were so far past that at this point, the sheets all tangled around them.

“I don’t know,” she said, and turned back to face him, dragging the sheet with her to cover herself.

“No regrets?” he checked.

A soft smile curled her lips as she stared at him. “No. No regrets.”

A sigh spilled out of him before he could stop it.

“I think I’m just afraid to face Cameron after fucking his bodyguard in his apartment,” she said, biting her lip.

“So? He and River fuck all the time,” Dylan said.

Her cheeks turned even redder. “Well, that’s— actually a very good point.” Then she covered her face. “Oh my god, Nic is going to have a field day.”

Dylan’s lips twitched. Why was she freaking out? It was kind of cute. “Your boss?”

“Yes. He’s been trying to get me all packed up for ages, trying to set me up.”

“We’re aware,” Dylan drawled.

Ashley peeked out from behind her hand. “What?”

“He was the one who offered you up as a trainer for Cam. Cornered me in the gym, trying to catch my vibe,” Dylan told her.

Ashley rolled her eyes. “He’s such a gossip.”

“Hey, it worked out alright, didn’t it?”

“I guess,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air before finally crawling off the bed to grab the tote Dylan had brought in before they’d fallen asleep. “We have to face them eventually.”

“Of course,” Dylan said, sliding to the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to wait for you before I go out there?”

She paused by the door to the attached bathroom. “Yes. I think we should face them together.”

She smiled at him, and then crossed the room to kiss him on the lips.

Dylan almost didn’t let her go, but knew she had a job to get to.

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