Ashley POV

Somehow, I resisted the urge to breathe away, either out of relief or annoyance. My fingers felt stiff around the knife handle. Despite my instinctive feeling of wanting to punch, I wasn't too fond of violence. And, I won't lie, I was a little scared as I wandered around the house and wondered to myself if Jayden had been kidnapped or stabbed and was bleeding profusely in a corner. Luckily, he was fine.

But why was he sleeping in my bed?

I slowly approached him, ready to wake him up and tell him that he should eat before the cheese on his pizza got cold. The ceiling lights...