Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 30

The last three weeks with Wendall had gone much better than Ashton ever could have imagined. Not only had he been a perfect gentleman on their first date, even going as far as melting Ashton's heart when he took Daisy through the reptile exhibit when Ashton himself was too scared to go in, but he had proven each and every day just how caring and dedicated he was. Whether it be helping make Daisy her lunches to take to preschool or calling Ashton each night just to say goodnight, Ashton couldn't help but admire just how much of a genuinely good person Wendall was.

Ashton wanted to be attracted to him. He really, really did. But after their first date when Wendall leaned in for a gentle, simple kiss, Ashton knew he wasn't. And he tried to be attracted to him, he truly did. He even went as far as instigating a couple makeup sessions when they'd sit down to watch reruns of Downton Abbey after putting Daisy to sleep, but every time Wendall would stop it before Ashton could feel any sort of spark, too worried about Daisy waking up and walking in on them.

Ashton had to hand it to him, the guy might just take the award for world's nicest human. He drove his mom to church on Sundays and took out her trash on Tuesday nights. He always called Ashton to make sure he made it home from work okay and always politely declined Ashton's invitation to spend the night.

Every time Ashton attempted to initiate anything between them, Wendall was quick to stop things, claiming he wanted to do the right thing and take their relationship slow. As endearing as Ashton thought the idea was, it was killing him. Each day he found himself slipping further and further away from the meager attraction he held towards Wendall in the first place, especially at night when the image of frosted blue irises caused a fog of lust to cloud his vision. 

One too many times in the last month had Ashton fell asleep panting with his hand down his boxers after thinking about the way Luke's tongue felt inside him. To say he missed the younger boy would be an understatement. And yeah, okay, maybe he wished he hadn't been so quick to throw Luke out without listening to him, but his bruised ego wasn't quite ready to let him back in yet.

Ashton thought he wanted this. He thought he wanted easy and mature and stable. But if Ashton learned anything over the last month of being with Wendall, it was that even if that's what he told himself he wanted, he definitely didn't. While his head told him one thing, his heart was telling him a whole other thing. He craved complicated. He craved disastrous. He craved Luke.

"Hey Babe, everything okay?" Wendall looked up over his menu at Ashton as he sat down in the booth.

"Yeah, of course." Ashton plastered a smile on his face as he busied himself perusing the menu to avoid the topic further with Wendall. "Have you decided what you want? I'm kind of leaning towards the crepes myself..."

The absolute last thing Ashton expected when he got up this morning was to run into Luke. He was especially shaken up by the encounter given the fact he'd woken up to a mess in his boxers for the first time since he was a teenager, and he knew it had something to do with the extremely erotic dream he had the night before featuring a certain tattooed blonde.

All Ashton wanted was a nice breakfast out with his daughter and boyfriend, but the minute he heard his daughter yell out Luke's name he knew it wouldn't happen.

"Daddy, can Lukey come over and play tea party with us this week?" Ashton had hoped Daisy would have completely forgotten the brief encounter after ordering her milkshake, but apparently luck wasn't on Ashton's side.

"Sorry Sweetpea, Luke is busy."

"Too busy to play with me?"

Ashton's heart nearly broke in two at Daisy's question, her big hazel eyes that were an exact replica of his own staring back at him.