Chapter 4

"One book... two books... red book... blue book." I glanced up at Ashton, trying to conceal my smile as he stacked the books on my bookshelf with all the enthusiasm of someone dying to be doing something else. "Are you really going to read all of these?" He frowned as he placed the last book on the top shelf. "I have read all of them but if it counts for anything, I'm going to read them all again," I informed him. He glared at the books, probably calculating how much time all of that would take, and then sighed. I swung my feet over the side of the sofa and walked over to admire his work. He'd arranged them perfectly with the numbering system I'd scribbled on sticky notes and put on the binding of the books. They were arranged by genre, in alphabetical order by title and by color. My eyes lit up in awe at how well the newly installed bookshelf complemented the en-suite study in my room. It was so beautiful! "'It's so beau