Ashton's POV:
I blink my eyes open and the glare of the sun burns my eyes, I moan and turn to my side. A sleeping, beautiful, stripped Evelyn lays beside me, her arms wrapped around herself as she basically starts to shiver.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
She stops shaking.
I've noticed that she talks in her sleep quite often, usually just rambling on about something with her sister or Grace.
But she didn't ramble on tonight.
She just slept.
She didn't toss and turn and sleep all crazy like she usually does.
She just slept.
She slept with her arm around me and her body sunk into the mattress. She was so peaceful, so lovely.
So,
pleased.
That's why it aches me to watch her wake up frowning.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, she shakes her head.
"Nothing. Just a bad dream."
I don't want to ask,
and she doesn't want to tell me.
So we leave it.
"Well good morning." I smile, she snuggles up into my chest and smiles.
"Hm… Morning." She hums.
"You want breakfast?" I ask.
"I can make my famous toasted bread with butter." I say, she laughs with her eyes still closed, then opens them and rests her chin on my chest, looking at me with those big blue eyes.
"Can I have water with my toast?"
"Of course."
Eve's POV:
Ashton looks at me, dimples in all, and then starts to remove himself from the bed.
There's only one sheet and I'm stubborn so I cling it to my chest, but Ashton doesn't try and take it anyways. He just simply waltzes out of bed, naked and all, and I cover my eyes with my hand.
"Woah," I say, I hear Ashton chuckle.
"It's safe." He says, I peep through my hand and see his boxers on. I smile and hide myself in the sheets, biting my lip as I watch him dress.
"Enjoying the show?" He asks as he slips on his shirt, I nod and giggle.
Once Ash is dressed he asks me if I'm coming.
"Yea, could you hand me my shirt?" I ask, I already slipped on my panties under the covers.
"Here," Ashton says, holding my shirt about a foot away. I reach for it and he takes a step back. My right hand is still carefully clung to the sheet, holding it over myself.
"Ashton." I wine.
"C'mon." He shakes my shirt, teasing me, taunting me. I glare at him and reach again, he steps back.
"Ash, I'm serious." I complain.
"Okay, fine." He says, and just when I'm finally going to grab it, Ashton leans in and kisses me instead.
"Ashton." I say against his lips, He continues to kiss me as he lays me back on the bed.
"Ashton, we were gonna go get breakfast."
"We will," He stands to his knees and rips off the shirt he had just put on.
"In a minute."
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