My Psychiatrist III

Part 13

Luke is asleep. My phone shows 03:40 AM. I wish I could sleep - but I can't.
My thoughts keep swerving around the travels of last night, and Ashton. His face, his looks, his unique character, the way Ashton was Ashton. I haven't spoken to him since he left. Just when I turn my phone on again, and I look at the time, which shows time has only passed by two more minutes, I see my service bar goes from 'no service' to one bar out of 4.

*one new message from +1 416 6065491

03:43
Hey beautiful
On my way back home I sat in the train and was thinking about my motivation now to continue on with my life...  for starters, my motivation should all be  passion based.  I myself am trying to  live a truthful path  with what I love...  music. So I love playing it, writing it, talking about it, making more of it, from the moment I wake up, to the moment I fall asleep. I never stop thinking about it.... just like I never stop thinking about you.
I hope you're well and that Luke gives you what you deserve.
Take care babe
X - Ash

His message brings tears to my eyes. I notice the service bar of my phone has disappeared again. Wow, the message just came in time. Sending him something back won't make it to him anyway. The reception simply is too bad out here in the country.
I turn around again, and look at Luke. His eyes are closed, his quiffed hair has turned into a curly, unruly mess, but I like it. I almost can't hear his breath.
My mind wanders off to Ashton again. How much his text means to me. How it makes me feel. I shut my eyes and think about the moment we had in the bus. How close our faces were to each other back then. And now I understand what I felt back then.
I wanted to kiss him.

The next morning, I wake up and look into a pair of icey blue eyes. Dark eyelashes, dark blonde eyebrows. A smile.

'Good morning beautiful.'

'Hey,' I say as I wrap my body around his and pull him towards me for a hug. 'How did you sleep?'

'Golden, thanks babe. Dreamed about you,' he says as he plants a kiss on my temples.
I smile and close my eyes for a second. His touch is so lovely. 'What do you wanna do today?'
I open my eyes again and look into his eyes. His gorgeous bright eyes, full of energy and enthusiasm.
I shrug my shoulders.

'I don't know.' 

'You don't know? But we've got endless possibilities!'

'Like what?'
Luke smiles and pulls me in for a hug as well. 

'We can go for a picnic, we can go for a walk... we can have some fun with the cattle or sheep.. or we can go into town and have a coffee.'

'But what about your grandparents? Don't they need your help today?'
Luke lets out a giggle before giving me a deep kiss on the lips. I feel a funny, tingly feeling rise from my gut as I kiss back. He lets out a soft moan.

'Tess.... I've missed you so much...'
My lips curve into a smile as I let out a quick exhale. Kissing him is so good. I lean in again. His soft lips meet mine, and I don't know how a farmers boy does it, but damn, he got skills, haha.

'Babe, so, do you wanna explain what really is going on between you and Ashton?'
Three days have passed since I've seen him, but every time his name is being said, it leaves a painful kick in my lower belly, ouch. I take a bite of my sandwich with jam before looking around me. The white-red checkered blanket moves a little with the wind, as the wind here in the meadow is stronger than inside the woods. I love the picnic with Luke.
I meet his eyes, as his curious face meets mine.