Ryan's P. O. V

“Lower,” I said, adjusting my neck slightly.

Ashford's hands found the spot, and he started working his way down, slow and steadily like an expert.

“You're really good at this,” I said, leaning back lazily.

“Of course,” Ashford giggled. “As long as my brother is happy, then I'm willing to learn and become an expert at anything at all."

I smiled and nodded proudly, letting my eyelids drop.

“You know what, brother,” he continued. “I never doubted for a second that even if the whole world turned their backs on Samantha, you would always be there to support her."

I scoffed. “That's not how it sounded...