Damaged ♡ Lashton ✔

Chapter 6

Finally some good old Lashton progress.. enjoy, loves. 😉

I lean against the railing of the balcony off our hotel suite and look out at the breathtaking view. Ash got us an ocean front room at a beautiful hotel on the beach, and I honestly never want to leave. It's so peaceful and serene, the sun reflecting beautifully off the water, the sand looks so white and inviting. It's around noon and we just got here about fifteen minutes ago, but I'm already dreading having to leave. A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, successfully breaking me out of my thoughts, and I lean back against his chest as he places a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"Want to go grab lunch?" he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder. I turn my head and kiss his cheek, earning a bright smile in return.

"That sounds perfect."

He releases me from his hold and takes my hand in his, leading me back inside. I lace our fingers together as we head out of our room and down to where a little café is located in the hotel.

"Thank you for this, Ash. This place is amazing," I say after we're seated and have placed our orders.

"You're very welcome. I'm glad you like it. After lunch, would you like to go down to the boardwalk and do some shopping? They have some really cool, unique shops down there." I nod quickly in response, a wide smile on my face which he returns.

After we're done eating, we head down to the boardwalk where we spend the rest of the afternoon, walking around and going into almost every shop. There's not a single mainstream, chain store along the entire boardwalk, and when Ashton told me there were some unique shops, he really wasn't exaggerating. We grab food at one of the vendors and sit at a picnic table to eat our food. I glance up at the shop names that we're seated outside of and let out a tiny gasp.

"Can we go in there after?" I ask, pointing at the gothic style, calligraphy written sign. He turns around to see what I'm pointing at and then turns back around to look at me with an eyebrow raised.

"To The Moon Tattoos? What for?" he asks slowly. I run my tongue over my lip ring and see how his eyes dart to my mouth at the movement, darkening slightly. I bite back the smirk and give him an innocent shrug.

"I wouldn't mind getting a tattoo to commemorate this trip. Or another piercing... maybe both. There's a couple more places I wouldn't mind getting pierced, plus I've had a few tattoo ideas in mind."

"How many of each do you have?" I furrow my eyebrows slightly in confusion at his question, but then I realize that he's never seen me without my shirt on. I have no idea where it came from, but I feel a sudden wave of confidence, so I give him a small smirk and shrug one of my shoulders.

"You'll have to find that out for yourself." My voice comes out huskier than I intended, but his eyes widen slightly and I see his adams apple bob as he swallows.

"Do you, uh..." He clears his throat before continuing. "Do you actually have any more? Other than what's visible, I mean?" My smirk grows and I nod slowly, crossing my arms and resting them on the table. "Tattoos? Or piercings?"

"Both." His eyes trail down to my chest where I know there's part of a tattoo visible that's on my chest before dropping his gaze to my arms where I have a full sleeve on one and a half sleeve on the other. "Do you?" His eyes snap up to mine and he tilts his head slightly. "Have any more tattoos or piercings?" I clarify, eyeing his one full sleeve.

"Yeah, I have a few more tattoos. No piercings other than my ears though. What did you want to get done?" I purse my lips to the side in thought, tapping my finger against my lips. He takes a sip of his drink as he waits patiently for my response.