Your boyfriend wasn’t good for you, Ashton knew that. But you didn’t. So here you were again, crying to Ashton about how bad your boyfriend was.
You two were in his bed, your head laying on his chest as you sobbed and told him about how your boyfriend missed another one of your dates while Ashton held you.
“Ma, you don’t realize how pretty you are, do you? A man like him doesn’t deserve all the love you have.” He sounded like he’s been meaning to say it for a while now, grabbing your chin.
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