Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 20

Ashton's P.O.V.

I make my way towards her room, and the door is open. I peek inside and see her sleeping. She looks so peaceful, but most of all happy. I wonder if she's dreaming, and if she is, is she dreaming about me? I know that sounds weird from a guys point of view, but it's true. When a guy really likes a girl, he hopes she dreams about him as much as she hopes he dreams about her. I've only had one dream about Kaylee, but it wasn't a bad one, and I don't really dream, so it was a weird situation for me to wake up with.

I look at her. Her eye brows are perked up, when they're usually furrowed or one is raised in confusion. Her lips are barely parted, and they're the fullest shade of pink I've ever seen. Her cheeks are rosy and I'm a little taken back by her beauty, although I always am anyways. I don't know why, but I think she's the prettiest girl I've ever met. Every time I see her, I get butterflies, which has never happened before. I'm still trying to get used to it.

Every time she touches me, I feel tingles in that spot and then they slowly spread through my nerves every second she's around me after. And when I kissed her? Oh my god, it was the best kiss I've ever had. I mean I know she's not a very open person, but I can feel her warming up to me. I can sense that she'll tell me, I just have to be patient. It showed in the way she kissed me. Like she did it with everything she had. She put so much passion and will into it and it made me feel special, cause I know she never kissed Niall that way.

Not that I don't like Niall, he was just, nosey. Like he would have to know everything she was doing, and when she was doing it. If she didn't tell him, he would throw a fit and take off. That's not how you treat somebody. If they trust you, they'll tell you, if not, then leave it at that, and talk about it later. I know Kaylee will personally hide almost everything, but she does tell me whether she's at home, the gym, or just out.

Even then, I don't really mind. I trust her not to be out with other guys. I mean we've known each other for almost two weeks and it's been hell and back trying to get this girl to talk to me. I kind of didn't give her a choice though. And I'm not really giving her a choice ever. I don't really care if she likes it or not, but as long as she's mine, I will force her to go anywhere I want to go, and I'll force words to come out of her mouth, even if it takes all day.

I know she's really mad at me though, I don't blame her. I was being a really big asshole. I know she didn't feel like fighting, but for some reason, I did. We're like a human bomb. The moment we both get angry, there will some type of explosion somewhere. I have a feeling we'll just scream at each other, instead of talking it out. And no matter how mad I am at her, I will always make sure we're okay at the end of the day, some how, some way. I think she deserves it. Any girl does actually.

I'm sitting on the chair next to her desk, just going on with my thoughts. She shifts and my eyes dart to where she's laying to make sure she's okay. I've never been this protective with someone before. Like if it were another girl at the ice cream shop with me, I would have calmly told him to stay away from my girl, but with Kaylee, I felt so much more anger wash through me, and before I knew it, he was laying on the floor. Or like with Alex, if it were another girl, I would've let Alex go, I wouldn't have followed him. But I want everyone to know that she's mine, and I want her to know I won't let anyone hurt her. I swear if anyone were to hurt her, or another guy I didn't know touch her in anyway, I will go insane.

It's so different with her, and I can't seem to figure out why. I've thought about it over and over again, but no reason seems logical enough, or makes any sense. I usually just let it go, but then when I'm around her, it drives me insane. Probably because she infuriates me and drives me crazy, but I kind of like it that way. It's not something I've had before, but maybe that's why I crave it.