She is beautiful. Never in my life have I seen a woman so gorgeous. I stare at her like I'm in a trance. I must be, because it's impossible to look away. Her red lips. Her soft closed eyes. He long blonde hair. Her hips. Her hands in the red sparkly...
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I slowly let go of Ashley. I look down at her in my arms. She's so small and delicate. I know something happened between her and Lacy, but I don't ask. She'll tell me when she's ready. I have no need to push the issue, especially not when she's like this.
I slowly reach up with my large hand, giving her plenty of time to move away, but she doesn't and I'm thankful for that. I gently caress her cheek, giving her as much comfort as she needs. Her skin is soft, almost like a rose pedal. I want to be there for Ashley. Especially when she's in the dark. I'll be her light. I'll protect her and guide her forward and when she's hurt, I'll comfort her like I'm doing now.
But as I'm looking down at her I see something change in her crystal blue eyes. The blue iris' once plagued by sadness and anxiety now hold a new fire within. She's looking at me like she wants to forget everything around us and what happened with Lacy. Like nothing else matters when I'm around. She opens her mouth to speak, and I know whatever she's going to ask my answer will be yes.
"I feel bad about Lacy..." she whispers softly, her gaze shooting down to the wooden floor. Before I have the chance to tell her it's not her fault, she grabs my hand and practically drags me out of the club. I can feel my eyes widen in surprise but after a moment a warm smile spreads across my face. I love it when she does stuff like this.
She drags me through the dark empty streets. Her fingers are firmly around my hand in a strong grip. The pressure of her fingers are firm but not hurtful in a way only she can master. I chuckle softly at seeing her like this. She's adorable. Suddenly I stop walking in the middle of the street. I'm much stronger than her and only need to keep my heels firmly imbedded in the ground before she can't pull me along anymore. When she discovers she can't drag me with her anymore she looks over her shoulder to see what's going on. As soon as she looks at me, I tug on her hand. I kind of forgot how strong I am and how light she is, causing me to pull her closer extra hard. Her face hits my chest hard with an audible sound. I mentally facepalm. I'm so fucking stupid.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I ask as I immediately cup her face gently with my large hands. My eyes glide over her face to see if I accidently hurt her. She seems okay but there's a small bruise forming under her eye. I immediately get hit with a wave of guilt. God damn it. I always mess things up. "I'm so sorry Ash, please forgive me" I say as I lean down and press a gentle kiss to the bruise.
"Shut up" Ashley grumbles as she narrows her eyes at me. That look...it makes me feel ten times worse. She punches my chest lightly which only feels like a feather landed on my chest. I look down at my chest where she punched me before I look back up at her. She looks grumpily back at me. I should probably act like it hurt to make her feel better.
"Ow! Why would you do that, Ash?" I say as I act like it hurts. I rub the area she punched with my hand and watch her face closely for any changes. I can see the corners of her lips twitch as she tries to suppress a smirk.
"Shut up. I know it didn't hurt, dumbass" she grumbles but I can see a smile slowly forming on her face. She holds my wrist extra tight with a death grip before letting out what I assume is supposed to be an angry huff but sounds more like a snort. She starts dragging me along with her again and I completely forgot why I even stopped walking in the first place.
