The next morning I wake up in Ashton's strong arms. His hold on me almost suffocates me because of how tight they are around my body.
I try not to wake him and attempt to fall back asleep but it doesn't work so I lay there breathless in Ashton's arms. But not figuratively. Like, literally.
As I let out a squeaky groan, Ashton stirs around, loosening his grip, letting a large exhale leave my mouth.
"Erin," he grumbles.
"Mhm,"
"Just seeing if you were awake,"
"Can I use the restroom?" I mutter.
"It's your house, do whatever the hell you want."
"Sorry, your arms were just around me so I- I don't know." I shake my head, sprinting to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my business.
After fixing up my messy hair, I turn the light off and walk back into my bedroom, Ashton is now on his phone.
I crawl back in my bed, getting under the thick covers.
"Do you want to talk to Luke today?" Ashton asks, looking over at me.
I really should but I'm too scared to face him and not believe me. Or he won't even remember me because he was never home to really meet me.
We were young and he was the youngest in the family so my mom always took him when my parents fought and we didn't think anything of it because we thought he was going to come back.
"Yes, I want to talk to him."
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Sorry I haven't updating like I used to. I was finishing up my Michael Clifford story Spring Break (haha)
If u read and then u know why I'm laughing :-))))
anyway, thank you for reading and being patient.
Love you guys so much!
