Ash's POV
The next morning, the house was weirdly quiet. Considering how chaotic it was last night.
I was already up, dragging myself around the living room.
There were red cups everywhere, half empty bottles of tequila on the table, and someone's shoe by the couch. I had no idea whose.
I was moving around, picking up trash with a headache that felt way too dramatic for someone who only had one shot last night.
Dominic was still asleep upstairs. I left him there. After last night, he deserved to rest.
He'd cried. On his birthday. I still couldn't stop replaying that in my head….him breaking down after his dad embarrassed him in front of so many people.
Then I heard footsteps on the stairs.
I turned, expecting maybe June or Ian.
Nope. Dominic.
Sleepy, messy-haired, wearing nothing but those grey shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide his morning erection.
"Morning, babe," he said in that deep, raspy, voice.
