I never thought that I'd think a person was refreshing, and I'm not talking about that, 'I just took a drink of cold water after playing outside all day long' type of refreshing.
I'm talking about the feeling of fresh bedroom sheets that hug you in...
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Ashton's pov
The air was thick and charged, time was frozen, and the weight of a thousand words lingered above our heads. Joliè's hazel eyes were locked on the notepad, which held all of the answers we were looking for.
Neither of us dared to shift even an inch, not even the annoying twitches that usually taunt me would dare to disturb this moment.
It took only seconds for our eyes to meet, as if they belonged only to one another. My heart began racing slowly, with no real cause, just quiet anticipation.
For once, I wasn't nervous about what she was going to say, and I wasn't anxious about how long the conversation would take to finish. I was confident in the now, a place I was determined to live within until I became her official and hopefully only girlfriend.
I flipped open the notepad and looked over each question, debating on which one I should start with. My 'what if' questions seemed best to wait until I had some others answered, as most of them were just me, spiralling in my own head.
I opted for one of the easier questions to break the ice and decided that treating this like a work meeting might help me stay more focused and on track. I scanned the page again, settling on a question as I shifted in my seat to sit a bit straighter, "Jo, where do you spend most of your time? Here or in France?"
Joliè's attention snapped to me as if she were caught slightly off guard at the quickness in tone of my question, but the emotion was gone as quickly as it came. She was quick with her response, ensuring there wasn't any extra space left in the air.
Space left for me to overanalyze the whole night.
"I spend about half of my time between both, but my next trip out of America will be to England, as I have a few things to finish up before I travel to see my mother. The store here is my main focus, so after about a month away in Europe, I will be here for about three months to complete my line and get it up and running while I prepare for it to debut over in New York." She replies, excitement dripping from each word.
I smile as she talks, watching how her face lights up. "What's happening in England? Are you visiting another store?" I ask, curiosity winning over the minding of my own business.
