here's a really long chapter because the last one sucked major balls
"I'm going out with Luke now!" Grace calls from downstairs, and I can't help but get butterflies.
I got to the top of the loft and shout, "Okay! Text me when you're on your way home."
"Will do," she calls as she walks out the door, "Love you!"
"Love you!" I grin as the door shuts closed.
I squeal like a 15 year old girl, before running into my room and grabbing my phone
me: she's gone you can come now
I look at myself in the mirror, trying not to think about how wrong this is.
The act of sneaking around with Ashton is thrilling, I feel like I'm addicted.
I straighten up downstairs, before there is a knock on the door, making me grin with anticipation.
When I open the door, Ashton stands there in a black t shirt and black jeans, boots covering his feet.
"Fucking finally," he sighs, cupping onto my cheeks and pushing me back as he connects his lips to mine.
He walks us into the apartment and shuts the door with his foot.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my torso, holding me closely too him.
"I have no idea why I'm doing this," I mumble against his lips, just needing to feel him close to me.
"I fucking love you," he says, pulling away from me and resting his forehead on mine.
I smile, happy that I'll get the day with him. It's so hard being able to be with him, because Grace is always here with me obviously.
"Wanna watch American Horror Story?" I grin, "Like old times?"
"Sure," he smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead, "I'll go get a blanket from your room?"
I nod, and he walks up the stairs of he loft while I set up Netflix on our tv.
He comes down and takes off his shoes before settling in with me.
I snuggle against his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around me. Like if he doesn't do that, I'm going to run away or something.
I wish I could, but unfortunately, him and I are not that strong.
"I haven't watched this is ages, holy shit," He says, and I laugh lightly, "Me either, actually."
"I haven't done anything that we used to do," I say quietly.
"What do you mean?" He asks, looking down at me.
I sigh, "It's stupid, but after we broke up, I was really upset. I didn't watch this at all because it reminded me of you. And I didn't go to any hockey games, only one the that you played in. It's really dumb, and I was being extremely petty but I just couldn't-"
I'm interrupted by his lips pressing against mine, making my breath get stuck in my throat.
"It's alright, Cat, I was the same way," he says quietly, "I missed you so much. We shouldn't of broken up."
"I know," shaking my head, thinking about how stupid I was for breaking it off, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he shakes his head, "You did what you thought was right. I should of fought harder for you, you deserved for me to fight harder."
