Ashton was back in his office.
At least, physically, he was.
Mentally, he was still in the moment he stepped up to the changing screen expecting to see Em and instead seeing…
Instead seeing the same long jet black hair and delicate features from the woman in his dream.
Seeing Emmaline.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
How could he have missed this?
All this time, he had thought that Em simply had an androgynous look. That his voice was simply a little higher and that he was just more delicate than most guys.
But now the pieces were falling into place.
Why he- No, she. Why she had never allowed him to watch her act or audition.
Christ, he had tried to sleep on the same bed as her!
With a muffled groan, Ashton ran a hand over his face.
At least he knew he hadn't been repressing some sexuality crisis all along.
