Ashton's POV
I got up the next morning feeling a little relieved. I got through my last year of high school. It's over. I got out a year early with my 4.0 and an honors diploma. Thank f*ck.
I get up, preparing myself for my run when suddenly there's a knock on my door.
I pull my sports bra on quickly before yelling out for them to come in.
Figuring it's just Evan, I turn around, but I'm surprised to see Luke standing there with a wide smile.
"Hey baby." He says with a smile, walking closer and placing his hands on my hips.
"Hey Luke. What are you doing here at," I look at the clock on the wall, "5:30 in the morning?" I ask curiously.
"Just wanted to take you out for breakfast. But you look busy?" He asked.
"I was about to go for a run. You wanna join? Then we can go eat." I say happily. I love running with Luke. He's funny.
"If I go on this run with you, you have to promise me you will eat something at breakfast. A real something, not just a piece of fruit or some shit. Like some real food." He says, making me cringe.
He quickly covers it up, placing his lips on mine and pushing me backwards into the door.
"Or we could try a different form of exercise?" He says, pulling back a bit with a smirk.
I chuckle, kissing him again, "In your dreams buddy."
He loves teasing me about that kind of thing. He says I'm 'to innocent for my own good,' which is pretty true in all honesty.
He was my first kiss. He taught me some dirty stuff accidently. I guess most people just assume a 17 year old girl knows what a blow job is. I didn't. Until Luke corrupted me. I'm still a virgin and I never gave him a blow job cause that's dirty. He's convinced I'll give in eventually.
Between me and you, I probably will. But shhhh.
As this thought drifts through my mind a giggle into the kiss.
"What?" He asks with a light smile.
"Nooothinggg." I say, dragging my words out with a blush on my face.
"You were thinking about that time I accidently taught you about blow jobs weren't you?" He asks, leaning his forehead against mine and looking down into my eyes with a big smile.
"Maybeeeeee." I say, pushing him back softly.
We both crack up laughing before I switch my shorts for spandex and throw Luke a pair of his sweatpants. "Ready to go?" I ask after a couple minutes.
"Yeah. Let's go." He says with a playful sigh.
We run for about 10 minutes before Luke is breathing heavily and begging me to carry him. I laugh lightly before telling him we can go home. I shouldn't be running anyway. Exercise is good, but I've been overworking myself.
It's a good thing Luke was here to stop that.
When we finally reach home, 20 minutes later due to Luke's slow pace, we walk up the stairs and into my room.
Luke dropped to my floor. "THAT'S THE MOST EXERCISE I'VE DONE IN 4 YEARS." He moans out, laughing at the end.
I giggle, walking past him. "I've gotta get a shower before we go." I inform him. He immediately jumps up.
"Can I join you?" He asks, wrapping his hands around me and resting them on my butt.
"Sure." I say, surprising even myself, but brushing it off by walking away with confidence, swaying my hips more than usual.
I leave the room, leaving Luke standing there stunned and enter the bathroom, leaving the door unlocked.
I turn on the shower and strip out of my clothes. The water warms up quickly and I step in. Moments later, Luke knocks on the door.
"Come in." I say softly.
He peaks his head around the door and I peak mine around the curtain.
"W-were you s-serious?" He asks, obviously trying to control himself.
"I'm not sure. My mouth spoke before I thought it through." I say with a laugh. "Don't laugh when you see me." I say softly, "But come on in." I add.
"You seriously think I would laugh?" He asks, almost sounding hurt.
"No. I just. I wanted to make sure." I say as he starts removing his clothes in front of me without any shame.
I immediately hide behind the curtain so I don't see him then laugh at myself when I realize that was stupid.
"You know, unless you close your eyes, you're gonna see me. And it'll be hard to shower with your eyes closed the whole time." He says with a chuckle, opening the curtain and joining me.
I look at the ground and cross my arms over my chest.
He tilts my head up then removes my arms. "You're beautiful. Scars and all." He says, looking into my eyes.
He wraps his arms around my waste and pushes us both back under the water. I look up at him as water falls down around us. He has his eyes closed tight as water slips around them.
I chuckle before reaching around him and grabbing my lavender scented shampoo and putting some in my hand. I lightly push him out of the water and put it in his hair. He opens his eyes with a smile. "Why do you like my hair so much?" He asks lightly.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Whenever we're laying in bed and you think I'm asleep, you run your hands through my hair. When we're making out, you constantly have your little hands in my hair. When we're cooking and you walk past me, you'll slip your hand through my hair. When we're watching a movie, you'll sit on my lap and play with my hair instead of watching. And now you're shampooing my hair like it's your life line." He says softly, looking into my eyes while I move my hands through his hair, making sure I don't miss a spot.
"You have nice hair." I say blankly, not understanding my infatuation with his hair either.
He laughs a bit before picking the shampoo back up and putting some in his hand before repeating the process for me. "You have nice hair too." He says softly.
We take turns rinsing the soap out of our hair and washing our own bodies with my lavender body wash because there was no way I was gonna let him do that for me.
I'm kind of a prude. This shower was a big fucking stretch in general, but I loved it anyway.
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