I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ASHLEY

“Don’t you trust me,” she asked and look at me.

“You said you took too hot of a bath,” I asked, holding a dress in my hand. She stopped packing her bag and looked at me. I could see the anger in her eyes. “I did, Dean, I can’t believe you now doubt me?”

I could see that I had upset her, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” I said as I looked into her pained eyes. She took her hands and cupped my face. I held her hand and kissed them

“I’m sorry that I raised my voice; I’m just tired,” she said.

She pull awy her hand and keep packing, while I stop her, I help her to go sit then show her things to pack for the trip, when I was finally done, I zip up the suitcase. I grabbed her arm and turned her around, pulling her into me and holding her tight.

She needed to know that I was sorry. . I didn’t say a word and neither did she. She kept her arms wrapped around me and her head on my shoulder