You just got home from running errands, carrying bags of groceries into the kitchen. All you want to do is get everything put away and then go crash in your room with a good book and a glass of wine.
Ashton walks in and stands in the doorway, watching you with sad eyes. As much as you try to ignore him, he keeps watching you. Wanting to talk. You grab your glass of wine and debate just walking past him, but he finally speaks up.
Are you ever going to stop pretending and finally see me?
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