We're Not Alone

۵Chapter Thirty Eight

۵Paris's POV

Ashton and I are headed back from our date, our fingers intertwined. This has actually helped me relieve some stress and allowed me to let loose to be myself. He actually made me forget about all the troubles going on, which I thought was impossible.

I look up at him and smile. He looks down at me, a smile playing at his lips as he raises an eyebrow. I wrap his arm around my shoulder and lean closer to his warmth. He smells so good.

"So. . you do like my cologne?" He asks, smirking. I roll my eyes as I try to hold back a laugh.

"What're talking about?" I look up at him and bite the inside of my cheek.

"The other day you said it stunk, well, I don't think if you thought it stunk, you'd be inhaling it." He states with a wide grin.

I can't help the laugh that escapes my lips. "Ash, I said that ages ago."

"I know. I remember everything." He winks at me.

I smile and place my hand on his face, squishing his cheeks together. "You're so cute." I say and he makes kissy lips at me.

I get an idea as a smirk spreads across my lips, going all the way up to my eyes. He raises an eyebrow and I quickly smack his butt as I hard as I can before running away, laughing.

"Hey!" He calls out as he chases me.

I dash around all the people just trying to go about their day, almost knocking over a few but not taking time to apologize because I know what's coming for me.

"Nothing to see here folks!" I hear him shout and I have to stop and try to catch my breath while laughing, leaning against a building.

I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he picks me up but I don't even flinch, I just keep laughing. I know he won't drop me.

"What's so funny? Huh?" He asks playfully but I can't speak from the laughter.

"Speeeaaaak to meeeeee!" He shouts in a funny voice. I push his face away and try to catch my breath.

"Your face was hilarious." I finally say with a giggle.

"Eudora would kill me for this but ya know, I gotta live on the wild side." He says before smacking my booty, obviously not as hard as he could because that would leave a huge bruise.

"How dare?!" I exclaim jokingly.

"What do think she'll do when we get engaged?" He asks me. My lips curve into a smile and my cheeks turn pink at the thought of him asking to marry me.

"Hopefully, be cool with it? But, I don't know. I can't read her like I use too." I say, sighing a little at the last sentence. He looks at me a bit concerned but I ignore it.

"Ya know, I could get use to you carrying me around like this." I smirk at him. He laughs.

"Your wish is my command, Princess Paris." He says and I cringe.

"Ew, please don't call me a princess." I stick my tongue out at the thought.

"Why not?" He chuckles.