Violet's brain stuttered. Ashton was impossibly close and she could see his eyes flashing dangerously.
Did he ask if she would give herself to him?
Ashton's proximity would always put her at ease, but now the anxiety was tying her stomach into knots. Ashton's aura was sharp and volatile, threatening to consume her.
"Whaaaat?" Violet squeaked.
Ashton took a step back and shook his head. "You are not of age, but you should know that not everyone is easygoing. Keep doing that, and someone will take advantage of you."
"But you won't," she said with all the confidence she could muster while trying to conceal how flustered she was.
Ashton could see she was faking her courage, but he didn't want to call her on it. Did he overdo it? He released a long breath and decided to switch gears.
"Do you hate me that much? If you don't want me near me, just say so, and I…"
