DEMI
"How is he?"
Ashton finishes signing the file Gris is holding open for him before looking up at me with his weary eyes. "Not too good. He's still shaken up and multiple sessions with his therapist per week hasn't proved helpful, yet." He expels a long breath. "I think it will take some time before he fully recovers from the shock." His eyes finally meet mine, and stays on them intensely. "I can't imagine if something that horrible had happened to you. I bet I'll lose my marbles too."
His blue eyes heat up my insides, making me flush terribly. Gris goes into malfunction, clearing his throat and stuttering excuses as he hurriedly leaves us but Ashton never flinches of embarrassment for one second like I am doing. I'm probably overthinking his words. Swallowing, I tuck my hands under his desk.
"You haven't asked me why I am here, at your office."
He reclines in his seat and strokes his jaw. "I didn't think I needed to. You're obviously here to see me."
