grunt I hear at the back of his throat is a clear indication he likes it. His finger gradually falls from my lips and he captures them with his, pressing a sensual kiss along my smiling mouth. Pulling away, he brushes a piece of stray hair away from my glistening forehead while looking down at me with pure adoration.
“I love you, Ava.” It takes only these three words and I’m left to count my lucky stars that I have him here in my life. He saved me from a life of constant darkness, and every time I hear the words ‘I love you’ is another step further into the light, while the darkness continues to plough into the boundless pit of non-existent nothingness; exactly where it belongs.
Through my fatigue, I look into the endless pretty hues of his green eyes and dreamily smile as I say, “I love you, too.”
My eyes flutter closed as exhaustion swoops over me and I vaguely feel Ashton pulling out of me, then the material of my bra sliding from my body before the warmth of Ashton’s body envelops me. And the last thing I think just before sleep takes me under is how incredible the air conditioning feels as it brushes along my naked skin with blasts of cool air, a perfect contrast from the heat I feel from Ashton.
It means I get to sleep in the arms of the man I love without boiling to death in the midst of the Dallas heat.
I subconsciously giggle to myself when the image of Edward Cullen from Twilight suddenly pops up in my head, and for a brief moment I wish Ashton were a vampire, one like Edward Cullen who is cold to the touch … so he could be my own personal air conditioning. But, only in Texas. Back in Seattle I’d prefer Ashton to run hot like Jacob Black so he could wrap his arms around me and keep me warm.
Yep.
I’m still drunk.
I feel myself rouse from my sleep—a hot and sweaty sleep—and I groan as my flickering eyes struggle to adapt to the bright morning sunshine beaming through the curtains. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I stretch my limbs, limbs that feel thoroughly used from the past twenty-four hours of sex and dancing.
A panic suddenly seizes through me when I realize I haven’t been woken up by the alarm clock that is my one year old—who wakes up at six-thirty every morning without fail.
I sit up, my eyes wide as I take in any possible threats or reasons why Lily-Mai hasn’t woken me up yet. Then as my eyes begin to take in my surroundings and the sticky heat begins to register, I quickly remember that we’re in Texas for Ashton’s brother’s wedding, and that Lily is in Los Angeles at Disneyland with her dad and Addison. She’s safe. Panic aborted.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and flop back onto the bed, allowing my eyes to relax for a brief moment. I let out a small laugh as I feel my racing heart beginning to return to normal.
My eyes soon fly back open again when I become aware of just how fucking hot it is in here. It’s stifling, and judging by the sweat I feel pooling at the centre of my back, it has to be about ninety degrees in here. Who turned off the air conditioning?
I turn to Ashton only to feel a slight stab of disappointment when I see he isn’t lying beside me. But moments later—before I can even form a frown—he walks in, in only a pair of basketball shorts, holding a glass of orange juice.
“Morning, baby.” He greets me with his usual southern drawl and I smile all dream-like as I take in the incredible deep lines of his smooth torso. My eyes continue down until they meet his shorts that are hung deliciously low on his hips, just below the sexy v-line …
“Enjoying the view?”
My eyes flicker up to his amused ones and I nod my head with a sleepy smile, stretching my body along the sheets. “I love the view.”
“Me too,” he says with a cheeky grin as his eyes trace over every naked inch of my skin, chills erupting along my back as he does so.
Eighteen months ago, after everything I went through; the kidnapping, the
“I love you, Ava.” It takes only these three words and I’m left to count my lucky stars that I have him here in my life. He saved me from a life of constant darkness, and every time I hear the words ‘I love you’ is another step further into the light, while the darkness continues to plough into the boundless pit of non-existent nothingness; exactly where it belongs.
Through my fatigue, I look into the endless pretty hues of his green eyes and dreamily smile as I say, “I love you, too.”
My eyes flutter closed as exhaustion swoops over me and I vaguely feel Ashton pulling out of me, then the material of my bra sliding from my body before the warmth of Ashton’s body envelops me. And the last thing I think just before sleep takes me under is how incredible the air conditioning feels as it brushes along my naked skin with blasts of cool air, a perfect contrast from the heat I feel from Ashton.
It means I get to sleep in the arms of the man I love without boiling to death in the midst of the Dallas heat.
I subconsciously giggle to myself when the image of Edward Cullen from Twilight suddenly pops up in my head, and for a brief moment I wish Ashton were a vampire, one like Edward Cullen who is cold to the touch … so he could be my own personal air conditioning. But, only in Texas. Back in Seattle I’d prefer Ashton to run hot like Jacob Black so he could wrap his arms around me and keep me warm.
Yep.
I’m still drunk.
I feel myself rouse from my sleep—a hot and sweaty sleep—and I groan as my flickering eyes struggle to adapt to the bright morning sunshine beaming through the curtains. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I stretch my limbs, limbs that feel thoroughly used from the past twenty-four hours of sex and dancing.
A panic suddenly seizes through me when I realize I haven’t been woken up by the alarm clock that is my one year old—who wakes up at six-thirty every morning without fail.
I sit up, my eyes wide as I take in any possible threats or reasons why Lily-Mai hasn’t woken me up yet. Then as my eyes begin to take in my surroundings and the sticky heat begins to register, I quickly remember that we’re in Texas for Ashton’s brother’s wedding, and that Lily is in Los Angeles at Disneyland with her dad and Addison. She’s safe. Panic aborted.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and flop back onto the bed, allowing my eyes to relax for a brief moment. I let out a small laugh as I feel my racing heart beginning to return to normal.
My eyes soon fly back open again when I become aware of just how fucking hot it is in here. It’s stifling, and judging by the sweat I feel pooling at the centre of my back, it has to be about ninety degrees in here. Who turned off the air conditioning?
I turn to Ashton only to feel a slight stab of disappointment when I see he isn’t lying beside me. But moments later—before I can even form a frown—he walks in, in only a pair of basketball shorts, holding a glass of orange juice.
“Morning, baby.” He greets me with his usual southern drawl and I smile all dream-like as I take in the incredible deep lines of his smooth torso. My eyes continue down until they meet his shorts that are hung deliciously low on his hips, just below the sexy v-line …
“Enjoying the view?”
My eyes flicker up to his amused ones and I nod my head with a sleepy smile, stretching my body along the sheets. “I love the view.”
“Me too,” he says with a cheeky grin as his eyes trace over every naked inch of my skin, chills erupting along my back as he does so.
Eighteen months ago, after everything I went through; the kidnapping, the
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