Opposites Atract>> Not so different: Divergent Seqeul

Chapter 3

Emily Pov

We all decided to somehow sleep in my room. All of the boys take their shirts off and I find myself looking at Ashton's stomach. It reminded me that I had to check my stitches. I go into the bathroom leaving the door open. I walk over to the mirror and lift up my shirt, take off the bandage and see a blood stain all around the raw skin. I try to clean it up with a rag, but it doesn't help, daddy usually does it for me. "You need help?" I jump at the sound of someones voice and pull my shirt down. I look in the mirror and see Zander standing there. I shake my head.

"No, I'm fine." He walk in.

"You know, I've never seen Ashton act this way around a girl before." He tells me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that Ashton is the shy one in the group and I haven't seen him act so open to anyone before. He is a man of many secrets."

"Well, I'm a girl of many secrets. This whole family is. Zeke and Uriah know things that you don't. I know them because they had to do with my mother, your aunt." I say to him and he sighs.

"Well, maybe one day you can tell me about it." He says.

"Hey, what's taking so long?" Ashton says walking in.

"Nothing, we were just talking and he distracted me from cleaning up my stitches." I tell him.

"Yeah, sorry. Ashton, why don't you help Emily get cleaned up?" Zander says walking away.

"Wait Zan-" He shuts the door on me. I look at Ashton, and he smile. "I don't really need help." I tell him.

"Okay, well since this is Zander we are talking about, he somehow locked us in here. So just do what you need to do and I'll just sit over here." He says and sits on the floor. I turn to the mirror. I don't want to lift up my shirt in front of him. I turn and look at him again. I see he is on his phone, so I lift up my shirt. I start to attempt to clean the stains again, but I keep dropping the rag. "I think you do need help."

"No, I can do it." He gets up and stands between the mirror and me. He takes the ragout of my hand. I look at him scared out of my mind.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Emily Grace. You can trust me."

"Its not that, Ashton Daniels. I'm..." I shake my head. "I'm not comfortable in general." He leans down and kisses my forehead, with my cheeks in his hands.

"I think that its your not comfortable with yourself, Emily Grace. You can be comfortable around me. I won't do anything to you, ever." I look down at my shirt. I take the hem and fiddle with it. Ashton puts his hand over mine and my heart beat picks up. He moves both of our hands up slowly. He stops when it is right below my bra. I look up at him and see he is looking at me. He brushes his thumb over my cheek bone, and looks down at my stomach. He brushes his fingers over the raw skin and I let out a shaky breath. He begins to clean it off. I'm so scared of what might happen. I bite my lip as he looks up at my face. He smiles at me and I just look at the ceiling. I can feel his breath on my stomach and my breath hitches. I'm afraid to look down and see how close he actually is. I feel the wet rag leave my skin and I close my eyes. I feel a dry towel press against my stomach. When that leaves I can't believe what he does next. He kisses right above my belly bottom. I let out a sharp breath. He leaves his lips slightly touching my stomach and he drags them to the raw skin and kisses that to. My I swallow loudly, as he stands up. "I can't see why you would ever he so uncomfortable, your beautiful." He says. He washes the rag off and hangs it up to dry. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. That could have been a friendly gesture, right? I'm going to drive myself insane with this boy. He looks at me. "You okay? You look a little pale." I try to speak, but nothing comes out. He smiles to me. "I get it." GET WHAT?! Ugh! He is so complicated. Can't he just be up straight with me and say if he likes me as a friend or more?! I always dreamt of falling in love, but now I see that it is to complicated. Who would ever love me anyways? Well, besides my family.