Like the ocean

Along the shore

I opened my eyes to the sun shining on my face. The ceiling-to-floor window in the room overlooked the ocean lapping against the shore in the cove.

Wait, the cove.

I sat up straight and looked around, beginning to internally freak out.

Not my room. Not my room. Not my room.

I began to assess the situation, the last thing I remembered was falling asleep on the beach, so this must be...

Right on time, Ashton walked through the door. "Hey."

I looked down at myself and realized I was still in my bathing suit.

Gross.

"Hey. So?"

"So?"

"So, what am I doing here?"

Ashton smirked a little, taking me off guard.

"You sleep like a dead person. Seriously, I couldn't wake you for shit. I even contemplated hitting you, but you know. It didn't stop you from hitting me, though."

"What?! I hit you? How? I thought you just said I slept like the dead?"

"Yeah, well, not dead enough. Are you like a lucid dreamer? You said some weird shit in your sleep."

"What? No. An active one- and that's beside the point. I have to get home. What time is it?"

Ashton checked his phone and ran a hand through his hair. I finally had a good moment to take in his shirtless glory.

Oh wow. Like damn. I see the hype, I get it now. I am all-knowing.

"Did you hear me?"

I blinked and looked up at him.

Oops.

Ashton smirked and shook his head like it was way too obvious what I was distracted by.

"It's 7:35."

"WHAT?!" I slammed my head into the pillows behind me before springing out of bed. "Where's your shower?"

Ashton's eyebrow raised a little before all the emotion wiped from his face. "Door to your left. Your stuff is next to the bed."

"Thanks. Oh, can I borrow some clothes? I know guys get a free recycle pass, but I can't wear the same outfit for another week, kay? Thank you so much."

I hopped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and located the towels.

I showered at the speed of lightning McQueen.

This is so weird. Where am I right now? The notorious Ashton Kings' house.

To backtrack, Carter is Edgewood's golden boy. Rich, Lacrosse team captain, straight-A student, Homecoming king, the likes. He's a beautiful brown-haired, golden-eyed icon.

Meanwhile, Ashton is like what you'd call a bad boy? Those labels are pretty outdated even though they live up to the standard.

Ashton is a martial arts champion, motorcycle driving, rich, asshat playboy with an attitude stretching out the entire span of California.

To put it in short words, he's hot asf.

No notorious redeemable traits but an aura that could send girls straight to their knees in a single glance and he's glanced at me more than a single amount of times.

How am I even alive right now?

I thought about how crazy it was being in Ashton's house as I turned off the shower. I found a new pack of toothbrushes and a spare hairbrush, almost crying at the luck.