Ashers POV:
I took a drag of my cigarette as I looked down at Celestes face, squished against my chest, still flat out from the events that occurred earlier.I'm not sure what I was expecting last night... but it wasn't that.
I had heard shit about fucking virgins. About how clingy and attached they got afterwards, but honestly, I wouldn't mind.
After last night, any doubts I ever had about us left. I just want to be close to her... but that kinda pissed me off.
I gently moved myself from under her, and gave her a pillow to hug instead so that she wouldn't wake up.
A smile grew on my face as I looked at her again. Her hair was a mess and there were a few petals poking out of it, and her full lips were slightly pouted. I moved her hair away from her neck, and grinned as I saw all the hickeys I had left on her smooth, brown skin.
I automatically went to grab my bag and put some clothes on, so that I could leave, but stopped myself.
What the fuck am I doing?
Celeste isn't some slut you picked up at a party, she's your girlfriend...
I sighed and dropped my bag as I looked back at her.
This is weird... I wasn't used to sticking around long after sex... but this wasn't just sex.
I still cant believe she did all of this for me. I couldn't describe how I felt, but she always managed to make me feel something other than rage or sadness.
God, I'm such an asshole to her... I know I need to stop.
Maybe I should I run her a bath? I bet she was in pain right now.
I don't know much about romance, but it can't be that hard.
I walked over to the bathroom and started to run a bath for her, adding the bubbles and shit, then I saw the bag of petals in the corner of the room, and rolled my eyes.
She'll love that shit...
I grabbed a handful, and dropped them in the bath then threw the bag to the side.
There, perfect.
I walked back into the room, to see Celeste had rolled over, leaving me with a view of her perfect ass.
I swear she had the most perfect body I've ever seen.
I bit my lip and resisted the urge to smack it as I walked over to her, and gently rolled her over.
"Celeste." I said as I shook her a little, and she groaned.
"But I don't wanna go to school today... I wanna stay with Asher..." She mumbled into the pillow, and I laughed.
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NYCTOPHILIA
Romancenyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a - love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ {EXTRACT} "Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me. "Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?" I slowly...