"Of course I told them everything! From your dick size to the type of coffee you drink in the morning,"
Johnny and Ash have been cursing each other out with their aggressive humor since before they can remember. And when Jonathan becomes a widow wi...
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(Jonathan POV)
I sit up in bed, my heart was beating fast and my body was drenched in a cold sweat.
I groan as I feel my forehead, it was hotter than usual which was concerning, but I just wipe the sweat from my brow and rub the bridge of my nose.
"Ah, Ashley. I had the worst dream. Linda also decided to come back from the dead and then she killed you." I groan.
There was no response.
"Ashley?"
He's usually a light sleeper and wakes up if I even move.
I look over but there was no one there.
I hop out of bed and toss on my dark gray hoodie that was laying on the floor.
"Ashley?"
Still no response.
Is he hiding or something? I slowly walk out into the hallway and look down to see no one there.
"Ash? This isn't funny come out."
I grumble as I walk down the stairs. Still looking around but he was nowhere in sight.
"Where could he be?" I think out loud as I walk into the living room.
Still no sign of him.
I walk out onto the terrace. Sticking my hands in my pockets to protect them from the cold October chill.
I bite my lip nervously, there was still no sign of him which worried me.
The worst case scenario's start going through my head as I walk out to look over the railing at the bustling city below, with central park just across the street.
I sigh deeply as I look out to the park.
I can see the ice skating ring perfectly from up here.
It was empty except for one person skating by themselves.
"What kind of idiot skates this late at night?"
I shake my head and turn around to go back in the house but stop mid-step.
