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*Jade's POV*

The house was silent as Ashton and I sat there, trying to make a conversation but nothing came up. I was engulfed in Luke's scent by wearing his plaid blue shirt, which made me wonder what time he'd be back.

"Do you hear that?" I said to him, listening to what sounded like odd footsteps.

"Just ignore it," Ashton replied, "they're having their fun."

"What?" my heart rate quickened, I was confused as to why I didn't hear Alanna scream, she was known to scream if she didn't like something.

Which then made me think that she was giving in to Calum.

Should I give in too?

I shook my head and shivered as I stared at the wall again, Ashton chuckled at my actions and I turned to him.

"Something funny?"

"No."

"Then why are you laughing?" I frowned.

"Because," he looked at me, "you're just so cute."

"Cute? I'm not cute," I snapped, no one had ever called me cute before.

"Yes you are."

"You know what?" I shot to my feet to face him, "you are one confusing person. One minute you're holding me hostage in a cupboard keeping me from my own fucking dad, you lock me up in shackles and torture me - then one minute you're cleaning up my wounds and calling me cute!" I pulled at my hair, "I don't know what to think, Ashton! Make up your fucking mind!"

My blood boiled as I watched him chuckle and shake his head, he stood to his feet and faced me, "you're too cute, actually. Especially when you're mad - it's a little bit of a turn-on."

"A turn-on?!" I threw my hands in the air and turned away from him, crossing my arms over my chest, "I've had enough, I want to go home!"

I felt hands gently grab my waist and pull me back until I bumped into a chest, a pair of lips came down onto the crook of my neck, leaving wet soppy kisses.

I shivered. I wanted to pull away and storm elsewhere but I didn't want to walk in on Alanna and I had no where else to go. Plus, knowing Alanna gave in makes me want to, too.

So I did nothing as the lips began to kiss and make their way to my jawline. The anger in my system seemed to have drained out through Ashton's lips, leaving me with nothing but satisfaction. I rolled my head onto his shoulder, giving him more access to my neck. His hands were still at my waist, holding me tightly by the belt buckles. His lips soon travelled in the opposite direction and he used his finger to move Luke's shirt out of the way as he kissed along my collar bone, the one that didn't have the wound.

I breathed out heavily, almost a moan full of air, and he chuckled against my skin.

"Give in," he murmured, his voice vibrating throughout my whole body. It was like he could read my mind, or we both just had the same type of thoughts. "You can trust me," he said.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I asked, staring at the ceiling as he continued to kiss my skin.

I felt the belt buckles pull and I was spun around to face him, "because," he said, "I've never enjoyed committing crime of any sorts, I've never enjoyed hurting people. I regret it." I watched as he pulled me closer, our chests in contact as his forehead rested on mine, "I want to make it up to you."

I let out a shaky breath when I realised how close his lips were to mine. They looked so plump, so rich, they were irresistible. As were his eyes, the way they just peered into mine, like he was trying to reach my soul.