AshtonI didn’t kiss her just because I wanted to. I kissed her because something in me needed to.That was the part I couldn’t quite explain, even to myself, as I walked down the corridor away from her chambers. My steps were steady, controlled like always, boots quiet against the polished floor, posture straight, expression blank. Anyone who saw me would think nothing had changed.But something had.I didn’t do impulsive things. I didn’t act on urges. I didn’t let instinct take control unless it involved battle or strategy. Yet with her, I had, without hesitation, kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.It wasn’t just the kiss.I spoke to her last night. Actually, I spoke about my father and sister. Things I hadn’t told anyone in years.Hell, I hadn’t even thought about those memories in a long time, yet the words had come easily when I stood in front of her holding that drink.That alone was strange enough.I didn’t open up. I didn’t reminisce. I didn’t share pi
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