Eve's POV:
Waking up in his arms is like waking up as a child on Christmas morning.
You never get tired of it.
I yawn and stretch and then cover myself with the sheet.
I forgot that I still don't have any clothes on.
And that neither does he…
I look at him and smile as I brush the hair off of his forehead.
Ashton shifts but does wake up. He rolls over onto his side and grabs me by my hips, pulling me to him as he nestles his nose into my hair and squeezes me tightly.
"Hold me, Evelyn." He whispers, I don't know if he's awake or not but I wrap my arms around his torso and snuggle my head in his chest anyways.
I kiss his chest and close my eyes.
I fall back asleep.
***
The second time I'm awaken it's by the annoying buzzing sound of an alarm clock.
I frown and plug my ears as I blink open my eyes.
Ashton has a frown on his face as well but he doesn't seem too fazed by the alarm.
He takes his hand and bangs hard on the bedside table clock.
It quiets itself.
Thank god.
Ashton rolls over and throws his arm over me.
"Sorry, go back to sleep baby." He whispers as he closes his eyes.
I close my eyes again because him and the bed are just too warm.
***
Third time, I wake up voluntarily and as I flutter open my eyes, I see Ashton laying down with his arm open as he flips through channels.
My pillow fell onto the floor and has been replaced with Ashton's arm.
I yawn and cover my mouth.
Ashton turns to me when he sees that I'm up.
"Morning," He smiles.
"Morning." I rub my eyes.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Wonderfully." I admit without thinking.
"Wonderfully huh?" Playful Ashton is back. I love playful Ashton
"Yes," I lean up and kiss his lips softly. "Wonderfully."
"Well wonderful, let's go get breakfast before they close."
"They?"
"Yea, I'm taking you out for breakfast this morning."
Oh.
***
"This place has the best hot chocolate you'll ever taste." Ashton says as we both walk hand in hand into the little shop.
The Flying Biscuit
It says on the front. The inside is even cuter than the out, little wooden chairs, rusty old tables, pretty blue/green patterns on the wall, and plenty of smiling workers.
"Aye! Fletcher!" An unfamiliar, middle aged man with brown locks and giant bifocals greats Ashton with a hug.
It's funny, I always saw Ashton as big and strong, but now, standing to this very muscular, very fit man… He seems so much skinnier.
