Chapter 5

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Saturday Night / Sunday Morning

“If you knew how I wanted someone to come along and change my life, the way you’ve done.”

 

Ashton’s POV

I have to admit, when she asked me to stay with her, I couldn’t resist.

When I laid next to her, I put my arms around her and she fit perfectly.

She was asleep in minutes but I let my mind wander with the questions of “what if?”

“What if this turns into more?”

“What if she has deeper problems?”

“What if I can’t help her?”

As my mind continued to race, I caught myself staring at her in the moonlit bedroom.

I would rub her back gently when she stirred.

Why do I feel so comfortable and protective over her?

It’s like we just, fit.

I can’t get over how breathtaking she is.

She looks so serene in her deep slumber.

She seems at peace, innocent, and unscathed.

I know I have to take her home in the morning and I’m dreading it.

I know it’s irrational and I don’t understand what I’m feeling.

I decide not to meddle on the idea anymore.

She shifts one last time in her sleep and with her head on my chest, I drift off into my own dreams.

Aven’s POV

For the first time in ages, I wake up in a familiar setting.

I remember last night.

I remember every blissful moment of it.

I look up and stare for a minute at how gorgeous Ashton is.

His eyes flutter open slowly and he whispers huskily, “Good morning, beautiful.”

I smile sheepishly and reply “Morning”.

We lie in bed for a few more minutes before I ask for a shower.

He gives me a towel and leaves me with my privacy.

I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

I have to remind myself he’s real.

He’s real and he didn’t take advantage of me?

I’ll have to remember to get his number before I leave.

Shit!

My phone is busted.

Maybe I just won’t go home today.

It’s not like I want Robin’s company right now.

Not if she’s still talking with Greyson.

After my shower, I walk out in his tee shirt from the night before and my leggings.

I can’t help but blush when he seems tongue tied.

“Uh, hi! I mean, wow. Erm, you look nice.”

“Thanks” I say bashfully.

“So, what are we gonna do today, Ash?”

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