18 (Ashton Irwin Love Story)

"I think you're ready for your SATs." Mr. Irwin said, smiling down at me. He sat next to me on the couch as I began to put my stuff in my backpack. I smiled up at him, putting my backpack on the floor and sitting back. "It's all thats to you Mr. Irwin." i smiled at him, putting my hands in my lap and uncrossing my legs. He laughed lightly and bit his lip. "Please." He started, scooting closer to me. "Call me Ashton." He said, looking down at me with those big brown eyes. I blushed lightly, looking up at him. "It's all thanks to you Ashton." I smiled, biting my lip lightly. We sat there in silence for a minute, just looking at each other. I didn't realize it until now, but he's so close to me. So close that i can hear his breathing and see the muscles on his stomach. I bit my lip hard, returning my gaze to Ashton. He leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine. I went wide-eyed from shock at first, but before I knew it, I was kissing him back. My hands moved to the back of his neck. My fingers were getting tangled in his hair while he was pulling me into him by my waist. Now, you'd think I feel awful about this, but honestly I don't. This feels right, and nothing, not even the stupid SAT can ruin that. Ashton pulled me on top of him, and I felt him smile into the kiss. Something set off in my body, and before I knew it, I was unbuttoning his shirt. I was in my English teacher's apartment, unbuttoning his shirt, and to make things weirder, he wasn't stopping me.