It took every ounce of Ashe's willpower to leave Riley's bed that morning after she’d woken him at dawn with kisses that began on his lips before moving down his body and underneath the covers, leaving him out of breath and his body trembling from his release. Afterward, Ashe envied the way she’d burrowed herself deep underneath the covers as he dressed for the day, grateful that he still had clothes hanging in her closet. He didn't mind anyone photographing him leaving the building. After all, they were still engaged. What he did mind was being photographed wearing the same clothes he'd worn the day before, which would be obvious from the daily gossip columns.
