tbh ashton looks so FUCKIN HOT IN THOSE GLASSES AND HIS HAIR OH MY GOSH ok sry for not updating forever!!!!! ily
Lucilla's POV
I wake up with sweat beads on my forehead & wetness between my thighs. When I look down I realize why; Ashton's hand is draped over my torso and laying across my lap. Those hands are godly. I jump up, feeling weird and nervous. Ashton just slumps over, still asleep so I head to the bathroom down the hall. Did I really get wet in my sleep just because Ashton's hand was kinda close to my crotch? Since when was I so easy? I cleaned myself up & tied my hair up into a bun. When I walked back into the living room Ashton was sitting up with a goofy smile. DAMN he was cute.
"Morning, fiancé," he chuckled.
"Morning." I smiled politely but I felt weird. "I'll be right back," I told him.
I grabbed my purse from the couch and strode outside onto his small balcony. When I made sure he wasn't watching me I took some weed from my wallet and rolled a joint. Licking the paper and sealing it up, I slipped my lighter from a pocket and lit it. I didn't smoke often, but when I felt weird and nervous I did it to relax myself. Also being high is great. I took a few drags before I basically coughed a lung up, then I put it out and dropped it into the baggy I had it in before.
"Are you smoking pot?" I heard a voice chime from the sliding glass door of Ashton's apartment.
Dammit.
"Oh, Ash um yeah do you mind?"
"No not at all, I just didn't know-"
"I only smoke when I feel- off you know?"
"You feel off? Are you second guessing your decision?"
"No, no, no I want to get married I just, never mind I'll just go."
"Oh, okay. See you later?"
"Yeah the movers we'll be here tomorrow so, see ya."
I felt weird walking home. He probably would've drove me home but I just had to get out of there. I didn't feel pressure or anything to get married but he fucking made me wet just by having his hand on me. What the hell?
I try to forget about it and slip in my ear buds.
When I arrive home I shower and start clearing out drawers for Ashton. I still couldn't believe I agreed to marry him. Oh well. It won't last for that long and it could be fun right?
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أدب الهواةthey got married, not because they loved each other but because he wanted to stay in the country.