It's Way Too High

House of Memories

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Did you guys seriously didn't catch
the Demi Lovato's reference at
last chapter, lol
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Ashton's POV

I laid my head on Luke's chest, completely awake for about five to ten minutes now. I was drawing random patterns on his chest, mindlessly humming to a tone that I couldn't remember the name of while my mind was elsewhere.

To say I was happy would be a total understatement now.

I got him back. He still loves me. And he promised me that we'll be alright and that we could move past this.

But most of all, I could finally trust our bond and completely and utterly trust him as a whole as well now.

I don't want to be afraid. The deeper that I go, it takes my breath away. Soft hearts, electric souls, heart to heart, and eyes to eyes, I know this is real love.

I couldn't express how grateful I am for his understanding, moreover for his existence. I was so bloody lucky to have him in my life, furthermore to call him my lover. I swear, I would actually give up on love if he didn't end up being my soulmate.

I felt him stirring under me, some incoherent words passing his lips.

I smiled at the simple movement before raising myself up to pepper soft kisses all over his collar up to his neck and jaw.

He stirred even more but not waking up yet nevertheless.

I continued to pepper him in small kisses until finally, those ocean blue eyes fluttered open and glance down at me.

A sleepy yet fond smile made its way to his face before he leant up a tiny bit to peck my lips gently.

"Mornin'" He mumbled out lowly. Damn him and his morning voice.

"Morning, handsome. How was your sleep?"

"Twas honestly the best sleep I've had in weeks," I smiled at the bittersweet truth, but said nothing about it nonetheless.

"What about you? How was yours?"

"The same as yours, if not better that is,"

"Hm, I'm sure mine was ten times better,"

"Well, then mine was a hundred times better,"

"Like that's possible," He stubbornly said. I giggled at how adorable this baby giraffe was being, hiding myself furthermore in the crook of his neck.

"Are we gonna explain it to the kids?" Luke asked as his finger ran through my messy hair.

"Well, duh. Though I'm sure Keegan had brief the other two some bits about the situation, I think a whole explanation would be better,"

"They won't hate me, will they?"

"Kira and Eudoria? Like that's possible. You're unhateable,"

"That's not even a word," Luke said, chuckling at my poor choice of word.

"Well you're just that hard to hate, you're wayyy too loveable to be hated,"

"Why, thank you. You're being biased now,"

"Sue me for being in love and speaking the truth,"

"Awe, I love you too,"

"I know, you dummy,"

"A day of being back together and I'm already insulted,"

"That's my kind of affection, deal with it," I said, giggling at the end. He chuckled too before pressing a lingering kiss on my hair.