to the moon. /m.c./

t w e n t y

 I sat on the couch with Ashton, my head on his chest, his arm around me. We were watching Game of Thrones and eating pizza, and I honestly couldn't complain.

"Hey, Ash?"

He looked down at me, a piece of hair falling in front of his eyes. "Yes, love?"

"Was this what you wanted to do at your place?" I gently pushed the piece of hair back behind his ear, and he leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I just wanted to hang out with you, Josie. Don't think I'm one of those guys who only wants you for—"

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "Alright, sure."

"Hey, Josie, what do you want for Christmas?"

I looked up at him, then thought for a moment. I held up my finger and then quickly left the room, grabbing my cellphone from my jacket pocket. The moment I hit the play button, Ashton began laughing.

I danced and sang along to Mariah Carey's vocals, swaying my hips which eventually morphed into a lame attempt at twerking, which, of course, Ashton told me to stop.

"All I want for Christmaaaaaas..." I climbed onto Ashton's lap and smirked, running my hands through his hair. "Is....youuuuuu!"

Ashton laughed and leaned in, connecting his lips with mine. "Well then, Merry early Christmas."