Ashley James

comes out of me.

Breaking apart, he rests his forehead on mine as we both catch our breath. His deep green eyes peer into mine, and the connection causes a chill to roll through me.

“Weston’s going to find us,” I whisper.

“You mean, again?”

Cupping his jaw with both my hands, I lean in for another quick kiss. “Yes, again.

When I cost us a victory, I got the brunt of the backlash. When I won us a match, I got a slight nod as though Beckett approved of me doing precisely what I was supposed to do. As if I’d done the minimum and won.

He didn’t say I was his only. He said I was his favorite.