Chapter Eighteen: Owen

Waking up with Aspen in my arms wasn't something I'd ever get tired of. Something about holding her tiny body against mine was a soothing talisman keeping the nightmares of my past at bay.

Aspen wasn't a quiet sleeper, constantly moaning, groaning, whispering, but not in a way I found annoying. If anything, the sounds made her even more adorable.

The moonlight shimmered on her skin, the reflection in the mirror casting a blue hue across the room. My fingers ran back and forth along her bare back, drawing different shapes on her skin.

I was going to miss this when I left. A call from my coach yesterday changed how long I was able to stay. The advertising company for the sports drink I contracted with wanted to begin shooting photos and a commercial in two weeks.

And worse, I knew it was going to break my mom's heart. We'd been working on our strained relationship, and it seemed things were getting better.

"Mmm. What are you doing awake?" a sleep-filled voice asked from beside me.

"Nothing, cricket. I just got a lot on my mind."

"Anything I can help with?" Her finger swirled over my chest, and it left a trail of fire in its wake.

"Well, there is one thing," I said in jest, surprised when Aspen crawled under the sheets and placed my cock in her warm, eager mouth.

We woke later when the sun was high in the sky. A quick glance at my phone and I realized it was approaching noon. In all the days I'd been back in Ashfield, I hadn't slept in, and I was sure Aspen hadn't either. Beside me, she stretched out her body. The sheet slipped off her chest, showcasing some love marks I'd left on her breasts.