Michaels POV
It was easy to get a room, I know people suspect we are going to "do it" but I've pretty much only known Ashlyn a day, but it feels like I've known her forever honestly.
Ashlyn drops her backpack on the floor, she flops onto the bed,"finally."
I jump on next to her, being tired myself, I feel my eyelids falling slowly.
"We cant sleep yet!" Ashlyn shakes me.
I groan, rolling away from her,"whyyy"
"Becauseeee" she drags out her words even more than me. Suddenly she's sitting on top of me, like straddling me.
"What?" I sit up, startled. What the heck is she doing?
I see the color drain from her face, her random boost of confidence is gone, she hurriedly climbs off of me.
"Well, what were you going to do?" I watch her suspicious to see how she might react this time.
"Oh um erm I don't know." she stumbles for words,"I wanted too..." she doesn't finish, I subconsciously decided to kiss her. I crash my lips into hers, I can smell her light sent of perfume, her hands reach around my neck pulling me closer to her. Her lips are soft and gentle, I pull away and smile slyly at her.
"You suck." she laughs, obviously out of breath.
"I knew you wanted it."
"How do you know me so well?" she shakes her head before pulling out her phone and unlocking it.
"I'm psychic." I laugh, she giggles.
"You're insane,"
"You're the one that ran away."
"I know." she laughs,"I'm going to bed." she yawns and stretches her arms.
"Okay, night." I say to her, I leap off her bed and on to the other one. I crawl under the covers and easily fall asleep.
