As I sat looking at the man I loved, I wondered how I’d gotten here. I was your typical American girl with a bad past. I told myself that after Steven walked out I’d never love again, and yet here I was on a plane to a romantic island getaway. I turned to Jasper and whispered in his ear.
“I’m so glad I have you and now you’re all mine.”
“Ashley,” he moaned, “don’t do this to me.” I looked down to see the bulge in his pants.
“Why? Turning you on?”
“Baby I love you but stop.”
“Okay,” I backed off. I felt Jasper run his hand over my leg, grabbing my hand in my lap.
“Ashley, look at me, please.” I was stubborn and he knew this. “Baby, sweetheart, Ash, Ashley, hun, beautiful.” I turned and looked at him. “I’m sorry, you understand, right?”
“I try to, but sometimes it’s hard, it feels so much like rejection.”
“It’s not,” I turned away so that he wouldn’t see the tears slip from my eyes. I felt his hand wipe the tears away. “Baby don’t cry, we just got married, I love you. Come on Baby.”