Free Ash: Love Me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance by Serena Simpson

sleep?”
    “Like a baby.”
    His hand came up to play in her hair, running his finger over her scalp.
    “That feels good.”
    “I like the feel of your hair against my hand, but then again I just like you. Your skin is soft; I could grow old touching it.”
    “Before I became a frozen popsicle but after I realized I wouldn’t live long, I wondered what growing old with someone felt like. Watching them mature and change, seeing their face wrinkle over the years. Would my love for my husband grow and mature during those years or would it wither and die?”
    “What conclusion did you come to?”
    “It depended on me and whether or not I chose correctly when I married. If I chose a man who loved and respected me and I loved and respected him, I believed my love for him would grow and mature along with us, but if I chose incorrectly the opposite would happen. Who were you with all these years?”
    “No one, there could be no one after I met you. You would have to understand my beast for me to explain. One day I will introduce you to him and maybe you will understand. From the day I met you there could be no other. But there is no time to explain now. You should get up; you have to meet your friend soon.”
    Brook raised her hand and touched his cheek loving the smooth skin. Leaning over she placed a kiss where her hand had been. She threw the cover off and went into the bathroom.
    She padded down the steps after having taken a shower and dressed for the day.
    “Its official,” she said raising her voice as she headed towards the kitchen, “being in the same clothes for several days sucks. Oh and I stole a shirt.”
    Walking into the kitchen, she did a small spin so he could see her outfit. She was wearing a red and white striped button down shirt she took out of his closet. It was tied to the side and she rolled it up so it looked like a cute little puff showing off a little skin. She paired it with the pants she was wearing yesterday and called it a beautiful outfit.
    “You look marvelous.”
    “Ash, I believe you are a sweet talker and I like it.”
    She sat at the island while he made breakfast. French toast and sausage. He looked so good shirtless as he scrambled the eggs and flipped the sausage. His red hair was long and he had it tied off behind his head. He put the food on plates and brought it over.
    “I’m glad you and your friend decided to go virtual shopping, it is much safer than going to the actual galleria.”
    “I’m not sure I like the idea of looking at clothes on the computer and then ordering them, but something is better than nothing.”
    Ash covered his laugh with a cough and tried not to choke on his sausage.
    “I think you will enjoy it more than you are anticipating. Eat up, I don’t want you to be late. Place the dishes in the sink and I’ll clean them after I get back.” He left the kitchen to get ready.
    Brook finished eating and walked to the sink that had their dishes in it. How hard could it be to wash a dish? Children did it and she was old, well over three hundred years if she added her time in the Cryo onto her life. There was a double sink and she found a stopper, turned on the water and found what she thought was soap. She filled it with water and soap and let it run. The bubbles were mesmerizing she watched as they grew and grew and grew. Too much soap.
    She beat at the bubbles that continued to grow even though the water was no longer running. They grew straight up at first hitting the ceiling then they began to come for her.
    “Back bubbles,” she screamed as they pushed their way outward. She swung her hands at them trying to tame them. Then she tried to pop them. “Please stop, this isn’t my kitchen and Ash will kill me. Bubbles!”
    “Brook, what’s…”
    He stood there frozen and she wanted the floor to swallow her up.
    “Ash, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened! I thought I would help and wash the dishes but the bubbles wouldn’t stop.”
    Why in