I can't believe you're working,” said Riley as she stood behind the couch, beginning to massage his shoulders. He hadn't even heard her get up. “I hope Miss Bailey didn't kick you out of bed.”
“She didn’t,” replied Ashe as he tossed his phone next to his jeans. He reached over the back of the couch and playfully pulled her down next to him. As she rested her head on his chest, she pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it over them.
“If you want to be alone…” she began, but Ashe placed a finger on her lips.
