Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Seventeen

By the time we break away from each other, there's several more stars behind Auston and his hair is a rumpled mess.

"Sorry, I might have gone a little overboard," I say softly, doing my best to flatten his hair back out.

Auston laughs and grabs my hand from his hair, bringing it to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. My belly clenches in response.

"Do we have to go back to the house?" He asks, his eyes trailing to my exposed neck again, although it's a bit red in places. "I've waited to do that since I was sixteen years old," he whispers, his fingers under my jaw, tilting my face up so he can peck me on the lips once more.

His words warm me even more and I smile against his lips.

"Really? Cause I've wanted to do that for the last four or five days," I tease before pulling away.

Auston gives me that smile again and grabs my hand, pulling me into a sitting position. I look around and find the inner tube we rode just a few feet away.

"Least we still have a ride the rest of the way down," I say, reaching over and pulling the tube over to us.

"You could have rode me," Auston says, getting to his feet and grinning down at me.

"Oh my god, Auston!" I snap, my cheeks could melt the snow beneath me.

"You could have rode me while yelling that," he adds, helping me to my feet and I smack his chest.

"Stop that!" I scold. "What if your mother heard you say that?"

Auston quirks an eyebrow at me, a devilish grin on his face. "She isn't here now," he says his eyes traveling down my body, although I'm not sure how desirable I look in snow pants and a winter jacket.

"As charming as that sounds, we need to go before someone comes looking for us," I say, trying to keep a straight face.

Auston gives me an exaggerated, disappointed sigh and flops down on the tube, holding his arms to me and this time I climb much more willingly onto his lap.

The rest of the ride down the hill goes much smoother and I begin to wonder if it was actually our combined weight earlier that made us crash or if Auston purposely made us. Once we get everything put away, we make our way to the snow mobile and we glance at each other.

"I enjoyed my ride earlier," Auston says after a moment of measuring each other up.

"Doesn't surprise me," I mutter, putting my helmet on and straddling the sled. "Let's go." I rev the engine and he laughs, climbing on behind me, much closer than need be, and wraps his arms around my waist.

We beat Alex and Breyana to the house and are quickly recruited by Mr. and Mrs. Matthews to help pack up the car to go back to Toronto. I help downstairs before going to my room and getting my things together and stripping the sheets off the bed. I can hear when Alex and Breyana arrive and quietly close my door before they come up the stairs.

I go to the window and sit on the bench in front of it, staring outside at the sunset just visible behind the trees. Thankfully I've been able to avoid being questioned by Auston about what I'm going to do and I feel a sense of relief that we have a two hour ride back to Toronto where he won't be able to ask. I remain in the room until I hear Mrs. Matthews calling me from the stairs that it's time to go.

I throw on my coziest sweater that my mom packed and grab my headphones from my purse before climbing into the middle seat with Auston. This time I don't mind the distance between us, I put my headphones on and pull my legs up to my chest, curled into a ball against the door. Alex says something to me but I pretend not to hear her.