Ashton's POV:
8:00am. 8:00am in the morning and I'm here tangled within Eve, molded into her as she clings to me, as if I'm going to leave before she wakes. I kiss her head.
She doesn't sleep like an angel, and it's so funny to me. She sleeps with her legs sloppily thrown over me and her mouth slightly open, her hair is in tangles, but curls. Her make-up is removed from her face and it glows. She could be a model, or a princess. I'll never understands why she applies so much of that damn liner.
She stirs in my arms, still half naked, with just panties and a bra, as she untangles herself from me and flips over, facing the other direction. I huff.
I should get up, make her breakfast in bed or something.
You don't even know where the bathroom is, idiot. How could you possibly make her a whole meal?
That guy in my head slurs, I sigh.
The bed is so warm so I decide not to leave, that and I wouldn't know where to go if I did. I reach my arm over and pull her to me, pressing my front against her back as I inhale her sent and close my eyes, hoping to fall back asleep…
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Eve's POV:
He smells of drums and love. I flicker open my eyes to find Ashton's arm sprawled out over me, we must've shifted over night. My bed is so small I'm surprised it fit both of us. Ashton's feet hang over the foot of the bed. I check my phone on the bedside table. 9:00am. I have 3 miscalls, one from Grace, two from my mom.
I should get up.
Why? My inner goddess asks.
I don't know why… Just a force of habit I suppose. I twist myself around, still in Ashton's arms, and I admire his beautiful facial features. His hair is sloppily thrown upon his forehead, his lips are closed but so pink and full, his long eyelashes brush his cheeks, and his dimples are hidden under his skin. I brush my fingertips along his face, he groans and pulls me closer to him. I giggle and face the ceiling.
I really didn't think I'd be here.
If you told me, when I was five, that at 14 I'd fall in love with a 19 year old. I'd call you crazy pants. Growing up, I was the biggest, sweetest girly girl you'd ever seen. My hair was bleach blonde and always in two perfectly even pigtails, my attire was dresses, dresses and more dresses. And my eyes were way too big for my face. My mom said I looked like a precious moments doll. And sure enough she treated me like one too.
Everyday I remember her coming into my room saying; "It's time to look beautiful!." And that's all I knew, I knew that girls were suppose to be beautiful. They had to be perfect, they had to look perfect, they had to act perfect and talk perfect. But with Ashton, perfect isn't a priority. I don't have to be perfect for him, and I love that. And I love him.
"Ashton." I whisper and poke his nose, he grumbles and snuggles his nose into my hair.
"Ashton we should get up."
"No," He sighs.
"Yes."
"Pain in the ass." He says, I drop my jaw and pretend to be offended, he laughs against my shoulder and then lifts his head.
"Good morning." He leans in and kisses my lips, long and lovelily. When he separates from me he smiles.
"Good morning dimples." I poke his left one, he laughs.
"Dimples?"
"Yes," I rub my thumb along his cheek. "They're very distracting, you know."
"Are they now?"
