Red Lines (sugardaddyashton)

Dry Showers & Spongebob

so the last chapter didn't get a bunch of reads.... I'm way behind what sugardaddyashton has been posting, she's on chapter 12!!!!

--Danielle

Skylar's POV

I was sitting at my little kitchen counter, writing in my notebook at 8am the next morning. Sleeping with Ashton last night had not been the least little bit awkward and that was all because of him.

He didn't smother me all night in the bed and for that I was glad. Once I had drifted off to sleep, he rolled over and took his side of the large bed, letting me sleep undisturbed. So I actually did get some sleep, and I was thankful for that.

I think I was the first one to open my eyes when the alarm clock went off this morning at 7:30 am. I quickly hit the snooze button at the horrid buzzing sound and then I rolled onto my back, peeking over at Ashton, hoping it didn't disturb him.

I nearly gasped at how beautiful he was asleep. I didn't even look at his chiseled chest yet. It was his face that captured me. His lips were drawn up in a little pout that reminded me of a little child, stubborn but sweet. His mouth was so perfect and the lips were so full and soft looking it made me want to kiss him all the time.

And his eyes closed drew me in even more. Look at those eyelashes, they're longer than mine! Black in color, so noticeable against his very fair skin, if you looked very fast it almost looked like he wore eyeliner but now in the sun, this close, I could see, even along his bottom eyelid, those amazing lashes. I almost reached out to touch them but decided against that. Ashton would just love to wake up being poked in the eye by me, I'm sure.

I smiled, seeing a little stubble on his face and wondered what he'd look like with three days worth of it, his hair longer. Yes, I already know I have a fascination with the bad boy types.

I have analyzed myself for years, using my own brain as a subject. Now was my first time doing it to someone else.

I was already mad at myself for messing this up. I was close to Ashton, too close, already. How can I ask him things about his life or his work and then lay down underneath him at night and not think of the things he'd said?

I love belonging to you.

Why did that make me feel happy and sad at the same time?

Smiling at him, I looked at him a few minutes longer. I love the way his arms were drawn up under his face, hugging the quilt to himself, turned towards my side, as if he were looking at the back of my head when he fell asleep. Maybe that's just my own wishful thinking.

Hugging himself. The way he sleeps said a lot about his mind. I wonder if he's ever been really held, without being naked or after sexual intercourse. Probably not for a very long time, if at all. I know there are always two sides to every story but I found myself hating his mother.

I can see a father being hard and cold but his mother is supposed to love him, nurture him, teach him love. And he is her only child. How could she not love that face? And I'll bet when he was little he was 10,000 times more adorable. I wonder what his voice sounded like back then. And then I imagined a little Ashton trying to get his mother's attention and her blowing him off. I wanted to track her down and just slap her.

I know, I sound like a typical shrink, blaming Mommy right away.

Switching gears, I remembered nicer things...

Last night had been so amazing, I was still feeling good even now. My crotch felt much better now, not so super sensitive and not even a little sore, as it was last night. No, now...it just felt extremely happy and I think if it could've given a deep happy sigh, it would have.