What the bloody hell are you doing?” she demanded as he pulled away. Ashe was suddenly reminded of a petulant child refused a treat. This wasn't the Riley he knew, yet it was, only now she was angry and hurt. But at the same time, he couldn’t let her go through with what she wanted to happen between them, not when it was for all the wrong reasons.
Ashe grabbed her wrists, holding them between their bodies. “If you want me to show you what I used to be, there is a time and place for it. Not now. Not here. And not for the reasons you want me to show you.”
Mathew Brad is my pen, a Nigerian writer whose work delves deeply into the themes of love, healing, and inner peace. Choosing the name Mathew Brad was more than a creative decision,it carries a personal meaning that reflects my journey of self-discovery and my desire to write with clarity, warmth, and purpose.View all by MATTHEW BRAD
