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| back inside her bedroll. She forced a yawn and stretched her arms over her head. "Just like me. I've never been so sleepy." |

| Ashton placed a hand to her cheek, his insides melting at the silken feel of her flesh. "I'm glad you're no longer sore at me and that you came to me tonight when you were afraid," he said thickly. "Remember, Sasha, I am always here for you." |

| Sasha swallowed hard, her head spinning from the rapture pressing in on her heart. She nodded her head, afraid to speak lest she reveal her feelings to him. |

| "Sasha," Ashton said thickly. "Do you truly hate for me to call you sweet darlin' all that much?" |

| A blush rose from Sasha's neck to her cheeks. She blinked up at Ashton. "Not really," she murmured. "I don't know why I said that. II think that nickname is sweet. Honestly, I do." |

| A slow smile touched Ashton's lips. "Good," he said, running his fingers through her hair. Then he drew his hand away from her when Sasha turned to her side and closed her eyes, apparently so tired that she was already drifting into a sound sleep. |

| Sasha cuddled into her bedroll, pretending to be asleep. In truth, her heart was pounding too hard for her ever to go to sleep tonight. She could still feel Ashton there, his eyes on her. |

| Only when he left did she exhale a nervous breath. Oh, how he did affect her! Perhaps she had made a mistake by coming with him. She was afraid that her heart was going to win over her common senseand her fear of men! |

| Ashton walked back to his tent and crawled inside, but his desire for Sasha would not allow him |

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