stalker | ashton irwin

❝ "What do you want?" he asks, leaning towards me.

"What do I want?"I repeat, getting my lips closer to his. "I want to make you happy. I want to call you
at 3 in the morning and tell you how much you mean to me. I want to cuddle you whenever I want to
because your touch, your presence, oh God, everything in you and everything you do affects me in a way I've never felt before. I think of you when I wake up. I think of you when I fall asleep. My whole world is surrounded by you right now and I don't even regret it a bit. I want to have a memorable relationship full of surprises and unpredictable things that I won't forget because they're too good to be true. I want you to be mine now, tomorrow, forever." I lower my voice as I continue talking.

My heart starts beating faster than before as if it's going to explode. Ashton's hands cup my cheeks, leaning even more. His lips are now dangerously close to mine and all I can think of is kissing him.

"That sounds so cliché, Beatrice," he says, while his lips form a smirk.

"I know, but you asked me what I want, didn't you?" I couldn't help but smile at his comment. "Being cliché with you is totally fine with me."

"No," he replies with a raspy voice, "You deserve more than that."

And then, he kisses me like my lips are air and he can't breathe.❞