Wildflower | A. IRWIN

Part Nine

     "Iris, at least turn the alarm off if you're going to repeatedly hit snooze," Ashton mumbled. His arm was over his eyes to block out the creeping sun. The other arm had been wrapped around the girl beside him.

Iris groaned and grabbed her phone off of the bedside table and turned it off for what Ashton hoped to be longer than nine minutes. "We need to get up at some point," she said, inching closer to him.

Ashton turned on his side to be met face to face. At this point their noses were just barely touching. "I'm tired though. Why didn't we sleep last night. That was a horrible idea."

Iris giggled, "I'm sorry that I lost track of the time, yeesh. But I wouldn't trade last night for sleeping if I had the choice."

Ashton smiled and slowly reached to hold her hand. "I don't think I'd stay up that late talking to anyone but you," he said.

She hummed, moving a curl that was hanging over Ashtons eyes to the side. "Have I mentioned you're cute?" She asked as if she hadn't said the same thing at least a hundred times before.

"Probably not as many times that I've mentioned that you were beautiful," he responded.

Iris sighed, there were so many things she wanted to say to him. Some things like asking what they were to each other. She wanted to know if he was feeling the same thing she was feeling.

"You okay?" Ashton asked, his eyes softening a bit.

Iris dismissed the thoughts racing in her brain and nodded. "Yeah, I was just thinking."

"Thinking about?"

"You," Iris said, " and me. Us together. What are we?"

She looked at Ashton as he looked straight back at her. He purses his lips together thinking for a moment or two. Iris had wondered for a second that she just ruined everything until he moved closer to her and pressed his lips onto hers. He held them there for a few seconds before moving his head back. "Does that count as an answer?" He asked.

Iris was frozen, as if he stole her breath in that short kiss, she couldn't think of enough things to say. "I— you— do you mind repeating that? I don't think I understood the first time."

"Gladly," he whispered. He got close but Iris met him halfway. At first Ashton thought it was going to be a quick peck on the lips, but in a few short seconds he had hands going through his hair and their lips not seeming to want to let go.

He reached to cup her face but as he was about to pull her closer than she already was, the alarm started to ring.