INSEPARABLE

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"All the way from the southern part of Angola. The leaders of Ambo and Mustafa industry. Joao Kalungi Mustafa served as a King..."

I woke up quite early today.

Sat on this chair as I go through the histories of the Mustafas. My plans for today were to spend the day with Yara and fill me in with the bomb she threw yesterday.

I'm not quite sure why Frank would give me something so ridiculous. But if he said I'll need it. I'll probably do.

I hear foot steps. Ashton is probably done bathing. He comes out with just a towel around his waist. I shamelessly gawk him. He has a well built body. Simply fit. Not slim and not chubby.

"The way you're looking at me makes me ill at ease."

I'm just gonna ignore him. I grab my book, ready to leave and he grips my wrist just in time.

"But I like it."

We lock eyes again. If I say I'm thinking straight I'd be lying. His hold moves to my hand and he squeezed it lightly. The image of him and Maia making out uncontrollably comes to my mind.

My eyes travel to his towel which is a bit slouchy now. I tuck one corner back in with my other hand, brushing my fingers against his skin and he shivers under my touch.

"You should be careful with that."
I said, twisting out of his grip and walked out.

"Shay, get back here."

He orders me back and I stand a few feet away from him.
Now I feel awkward, looking at him after what I just did.

"Get ready, we're going out."

"No, you can go ahead without me. I'm never going to be your object of scorn."

I spurn him ready to leave before he spoke up again,

"I'm not asking."

I know if I don't do as he says, he'll probably drag me out of here. I place my book and everything I had in my hands on the nightstand.

I disappear into the bathroom and turned the water on. I slip my clothes off and stood under the shower.

"There's little to do but I did before, There's little to learn but the things I know; And this is the sum of a lasting lore: Scratch a lover, and find a foe."

After what seemed like ten minutes of rehearsing an unclad poem called Ballade Of A Great Weariness by Dorothy Parker, that we have learned in English, all clean and fresh, the door opens. Oh my gawd!!! Did I lock the door? No I didn't! Bury me!! I stand there in all glory, deciding on which part to cover.

I place one hand on my lady whereas the other one covered my tiny breasts. Ashton hands me a towel not taking his eyes off of me. Knowing that I have to remove one of my hand, I snatch it from him and quickly wrap it around me.

"Didn't they teach you how to knock?"

I sheepishly ask, hoping to mask my discomposure but I'm pathetically wrong.

"I'm your husband. Get used to it."

He says arrogantly, handing me another towel. I use it to wrap my hair with it. He gazes at me for what seemed like a half a minute and turned to leave.

After this day, I don't think I'll ever look Ashton in the eye again. My carelessness.
I always make sure to lock the door.

I dry my body of any excess moist and walked up to the sink cabinet. I apply my aqueous cream. Aqueous? Really? I know. My skin is reactant to glycerine. I apply deodorant and snappily brush my teeth. Applying just a mascara and a lipgross, I put my natural hair in a neat low bun. I should really get my hair done.

I walk out of the bathroom towards my side of the room and stood in front of the huge black built-in closet. Ashton is busy on his phone. I can't even decide on what to wear.

I glance at Ashton whose attention is still on his phone. I tighten my towel around me as I pull on my light blue loose jeans and a white one arm sleeveless cropped top. I slip into some khaki green sandals. I apply my favourite perfume which smells like strawberries and grab my black handbag.

Ashton's POV

"Ready."

She says finally. Those where the worst thirty minutes of my life. Although I had to pretend my focus was on my phone whereas the subject matter in my visual arts was her all along, I kept glancing at her when she's not looking. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

She looks at me with her gorgeous eyes. I swear if it were in my powers, I could remove those tiny clothes off- clears throat! Focus Ashton, focus.

I'm taking Shay to my grandma's house like dad suggested- Could she have noticed how enchanted I was back in the bathroom- I don't understand my father sometimes- Are my feelings for her getting stronger- One minute he's off with Shay and the next, he wants her to meet grandma. My thoughts are stirred up. I'm trying to distract myself but my mind is betraying me.

"Ashton!!"

I shake my head off every single thought at the sound of her voice.

"Uhm. Y-yeah?"
I stutter trying to make out what she was saying without sounding like I'm drawn away.

"I'm asking where we are going?"

"Oh, uhm, we are going to my grandma's place. There's a get-together. Come on." I walk to the door and she stood there in owe.

"There is no way I'm going to a get-together wearing like this."

She walks back to her side of the room before i could protest and pulled out what seems like a dress. Woman.

I watch as she disappeared into the bathroom. Two minutes to three, she comes out wearing a white long puff sleeve dress that ended just above her knees paired with mustard heels with intertwining strings.

"You look- nice."
Just nice? Ashton you can do better. I could have said ravishing or something better. Andrew better teach me a thing or two about these things.

"Thanks. So do you."

She walks past me, not giving me a chance to appreciate her compliment. I feel like she has changed in a way. Did I cause this? I regret everything I did. No matter how hard I try to push her away, the universe brings her right back to me.

Could these be signs?
'It's normal, she's not special'
My conscience intrudes in.

'How the fuck is this normal?'

"What's that?"
Shay asks. I must be thinking out loud.

"Nothing. Would you like anything for breakfast?"

"No thanks. I'm not hungry."

"We should leave then."
I hold her hand and led her to my car. I don't understand this girl at times. Sometimes you touch her and she'd want to fight but at times she's calm. Like right now.