"Yeah, I guess we do need to talk." I said while looking away from him, I good see his head do a nod from the corner of my eye. I sighed.
"We should get cleaned up first and I'll get us some breakfast made after." I said. "Okay, as long as we actually talk." He said seriously.
"We will Ash." I said and he gave me a pointed look. "If we are alone as well you call me daddy Octavia." He said seriously. "So I have to end every sentence with daddy in it?" I deadpanned. "Yes and I would lose the tone if you don't want punished." He said.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I'm sorry what?" He said in his daddy voice. "I'm sorry daddy." I said in a soft tone, hopefully luring myself away from him punishing me.
His eyes softened as well as his face. I sat up all the way, holding the sheets to my chest. "I have seen it all babygirl, so don't hide it from me." He said deeply while standing up, pulling the blankets away from me. His junk was on clear view and I instantly looked away while covering myself with my arms, crossing my legs as well.
He growled, but I didn't look up knowing that he was angry because I was covering myself up. "Octavia, you never had a problem showing your body off. Especially to me. What is going on?" He asked.
"I just don't feel like I have my body all the way back...like I use too." I said quietly. "Your body is perfect Octavia. I want you to know that. It has always been perfect. It has always been beautiful." He said.
I nodded even though I didn't entirely believe what he was saying. "Then uncover yourself." He said, I did while getting up and walking to the en-suite bathroom in my room. I almost had the bathroom door closed when it was pushed open and Ashton walked in.
"You didn't think we were going to take separate showers, did you?" He asked. "I actually did, but I don't mind us taking a shower together." I said while climbing into the shower.
He came in behind me and stood behind me, his hands were on my hips as his lips danced across my skin. I turned around and started to draw designs on his skin with my fingertips. His lips had found my skin again and was dancing across it again.
