More Than A Favor

Chapter 100

I reconsidered the situation and told myself it might not be possible.

While I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed, and Ashton’s familiar, pleasant voice came through.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” I asked immediately. I wasn’t referring to the amusement park; I was asking about his location.

Because deep down, I felt certain I hadn’t been mistaken.

The person I saw on the balcony earlier–it had to be him.

“What’s up?” he countered, avoiding my question.

I hesitated for a moment, then walked briskly from the balcony through my apartment to the door across the hall. Holding my phone tightly, I said, “Open the door.”

There was a pause on the other end of the call, followed by the sound of the line disconnecting.

The door in front of me remained closed, but I knew I was right.

Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Ashton standing there in gray loungewear.

So it was him.

He wasn’t just nearby–he was my new neighbor.

He hadn’t stopped visiting me; he had moved in right across the hall.

He wasn’t skipping night shifts at the amusement park; he had simply come early to ensure he could stay close and protect me.

few steps away, he hadn’t told

have decided to rent the apartment across from mine when he helped fix my plumbing

stared at him,

in,” Ashton said calmly, completely

was the one overreacting. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself

looked at him with frustration. “Don’t you think

and I’ll explain,” he said, stepping

my lip

certain he had moved in for my sake, I was still annoyed that he had kept me in the dark.

soon as I stepped into his apartment, I froze.

space was unrecognizable.

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I knew what it looked like. But now,

The living room had nothing but a couch, making it feel stark

is everything?” I

shifted to me. “Have you

questions, which only fueled

intense stare, he finally pointed toward a nearby room. “I

up the entire apartment and shoved it into one room? And all he needed here was a couch?

would at least have a coffee table or something to place a phone or a drink on. Yet, he didn’t seem to mind the clutter in my parents‘ room when he stayed there.

about that, but I did address the obvious. “Why did you rent the apartment

simply, “The rent is cheap.”

this complex wasn’t

apartments here. Why rent the one directly across from me?” I asked, thinking back to that day when he took a mysterious