Ashton's p.o.v
I kept kissing her. Over and over. She was right in more ways than I could think of. She needs to be loved, because I'm all she has left. When I leave her, which I feel so much guilt over, she'll be alone...unloved.
"Don't stop," she said against my lips as my hand trailed down her side and onto her waist.
Did she like the way I touched her? I asked myself.
Should I keep going?
"How far?" I questioned her request.
"Until I say stop," she replied and kept her lips against mine.
Her hands spread across my bare chest. I started moving my tongue across hers. My hand went to her bum, and the other held her cheek.
As I laid, on my side against her face, I felt a connection. It was like the feeling I got when I smashed the drum sticks across my forehead, a rush. She gave me so much energy, so much power.
"I love you, damn it I love you so much," I mumbled against her collar bone as I left wet kisses there.
"I love you too, ash," she muttered, barely able to speak due to my actions.
I don't know when we stopped or why we stopped, but we did. After the make out session, I felt more feelings that I didn't think we're possible. I didn't want to leave her, but this is what she wanted.
"Ashton?" Abby called.
"Yes?"
"Promise me you'll treat me like this every night," she requested with a smile spread across her reddened face.
"Oh we're just getting started," I said to her before wrapping my arms around her.
She eventually fell asleep in my arms. That night I realized I was her oasis. I protected her from the real, cruel world. I brought her peace and love and happiness. I loved her like no one else ever has.
End of Chapter 39
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