Ashley disappeared upstairs after dinner, muttering something about needing a hot shower.
I watched her go, my chest tugging in two different directions — one toward the soft, stubborn woman I couldn't seem to get enough of, and the other toward the storm I knew was coming.
The second I heard the bedroom door shut, I turned back to Adrian and Domenico.
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