Lucian had noticed that ever since their guests left, Ashley had been acting strangely.
Not in her usual way, where she was relaxed and comfortable.
Sitting idly in the living room, he stared toward the stairs.
"She's taking a little longer than usual," he hummed, already missing her even though she was only upstairs.
To make sure she was alright, Lucian pushed himself off the couch.
He carefully made his way toward their bedroom, his brows furrowing when he noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar.
Curious, he approached.
His footsteps were nearly silent as he tilted his head and peeked through the gap.
The closer he got, the clearer the scene became.
Ashley stood in front of the sink, staring into the mirror with a slightly distressed expression.
"Can it fit?" she mumbled to herself.
Then she stretched her mouth open as wide as she could.
The lines on Lucian's face deepened. Without realizing it, he found himself opening his own mouth as he watched her.
