Manual of The Forbidden ➡ Irwin

Chapter 2.

"Oh!, please forgive me, I'm so rude, my name is Ashton Irwin," he stretched his hand for me to shake it.

"Well Ashton, you already know my name, and nice to meet you." I shook his hand and they fit together like two pieces of an incomplete puzzle.

The heat of his hand and the manly softness of it made me blush slightly.

"It's really pretty by the way," he said referring to my name, and the redness in my cheeks intensified, "and.. How was the flight?".

"Tiring," I sighed, "so if you don't mind I'll sit right here to wait for Sharon." I slid my body down the beige wall and sit in the grey carpeted floor.

"Do you mind if I wait for her with you?" he muttered.

"Of course not." I tried to sound casual.

He sat next to me resting his back on the wall, he crossed his legs making his tight black jeans tighten even more.

I looked away trying to ignore the incoherent thoughts that were making space in my head.

Suddenly I felt hunger, I looked for something to eat, in my purse, something that I hadn't eaten during the flight.

Fortunately I had some chocolate cookies left.

"Do you want some?" I asked him.

"No thanks." he smiled, he looked at me like if I was something strange... But yet funny.

I ate the first cookie with such a hurry, and I could see with the corner of my eye that Ashton was staring at me.

"Do you miss Sydney?" he asked

"A little bit," I admitted "but you know, sometimes changes are good." I said starting to bite the other cookie, "wait, how do you know I'm coming from Sydney?" I was really overwhelmed, this guy knew a lot about me, but to me he was a complete stranger, but somehow it didn't scare me at all.

"Sharon told me A LOT about you." he answered.

"Oh.." I laughed "hope she told you good things."

"Don't worry, she's your best-friend, what could she possibly say about you?" he said confident.

"Well maybe that I like to have breakfast on my pjs," I shrugged, "or that I like eating chips ahoy with peanut butter."

"Having breakfast in pyjamas is comfortable," he stated, "and everybody has guilty pleasures, I love mint chocolate."

"That isn't even weird." I whimpered.

We laughed so hard while I tried to eat my cookie, but there was no space for our laughter because it was replaced with the rejoice yell of a very familiar voice.