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Perfect

Evelyn

I looked over at him, a smirk playing at his lips.

"You know someone might find us here, right?" I said, biting my lip.

He smiled. "I don't really care..."

His hands were locked loosely around my waist, and I was backed up to the wall. His lips brushed my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I could smell his cherry ChapStik. Yes, he was that close.

I was over at Ashton's house since my dad was still pissed. I had gone to the kitchen to fetch some water when he followed me in. "Evelyn?" He said.

"Hmm?" I was on cloud nine.

He brushed my hair out of my eyes. "I need to ask you something..."

I closed my eyes. His breath was hot on my cheek. "What's that..."

He stopped planting kisses on my neck and looked straight into my eyes. "I've known you for a while, and I really, really like you..."

I opened my eyes.

He continued, "And I love you. I want to be with you and be able to call you mine..."

He took my hand in his. "So, Evelyn...will you be my girlfriend?"

Did he just...?

He looked at me expectantly.

I grinned. "Of course!" I said.

He smiled and gently placed his fingers under my chin. Soon, my lips were on his, and I was giggling like a maniac.

"I love you, Evie."

"I love you too."

I ran my fingers through his messy blonde hair, lost in the passion and love I felt for him.

My hand found its way to the hem of his shirt and tugged it off, throwing it somewhere in the room. He was perfectly sculpted, and his skin was soft and sun-kissed.

His grip around my waist tightened as he continued kissing me. All the love I had for him was pouring out at that moment, and everything was perfect.

That is, until the door flung open.