Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
Ashton Pov
                          
She pulls away slightly, and when she does she fixes her intense gaze on me. Her cheeks tint a slight shade of red, as a piece of dark hair falls into her face. 
                          
Almost sub consciously my hand moves to push it back, securing it behind her ear. 
                          
Her cheeks grow redder, and I'm afraid she'll pull away, but to my surprise she leans into my touch and a small sigh escapes past her pink lips.
                          
At the thought of them, my eyes drift downwards, starring at her soft, luscious, pink lips that look oh so inviting. 
                          
I bring my other arm up to cup both of of her glowing cheeks into my hands. 
                          
I bring my lips down to hers, just barely brushing against them, asking her for permission. 
                          
She hesitates for a second before firmly pressing her lips against mine. I hold in the moan that threatens to escape me. I take my hand from her cheek and wrap it tightly around her waist.
                          
She shivers gently against me, and I highly doubt it's because of the cold. She wraps her short arms around my neck and buries her fingers into my hair. 
                          
When I pull away for air, we're both breathing heavily. I hold her tightly against me and lean my forehead against hers.
                          
Her minty breath fans my face as I stare into her delicious chocolate brown eyes. 
                          
"Wow..." She breathes, closing her eyes, as a small smile etched it's way on her face.
                          
"Yeah... Wow." I breathe right back. I take the opportunity to bury my face into her neck. 
                          
"Wait... Stop." Then she's out of my arms, standing a whole two feet away from me. The absence of her body heat leaves me feeling cold. 
                          
"What?" 
                          
"I have a boyfriend." She mumbles looking down at her feet. 
                          
My nostrils flare as anger rises in my chest. "A rotten one! Oh my- HE'S CHEATING ON YOU!" 
                          
She flinches at my harsh tone. I feel my eyes soften, but my anger stays.
                          
Then a memory flashes in my brain. 
                          
"Does Allan tell you lives alone?" I ask, anxiously.
                          
She looks up, stunned. Her eyebrows furrowed creating a crease in the middle of her forehead. I fight the urge to smooth it out.
                          
"What?" 
                          
I roll my eyes, irritation growing. "Does your boyfriend say he lives alone?" 
                          
She blinks, before nodding. "He says he's got a big house." 
                          
I snort. "Well I can assure you he does not live alone. I was driving around and his mom was home." 
                          
She stares at me for a minute before bursting out into a fit of laughter. 
                          
I stare at her wide eyed, sure that she's lost her mind. 
                          
She continues to laugh as tears gather in the corner of her eyes. What the heck? 
                          
"That's it. You've gone crazy." I mumble. 
                          
This only makes her laugh harder, she bends over to rest her palms on her knees as the laughs continue to wrack through her body. 
                          
"What is wrong with you." 
                          
Minutes pass before her laughs subsides and she has to wipe to corners of her eyes. 
                          
I can't help but admire the way her eyes light up when she's truly happy. 
                          
"Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. He always acts so tough and manly and the thought of him living with his mom is hilarious." 
                          
I smile softly at her, my anger from before slipping away. "You know I have my own place." 
                          
She giggles slightly. "Just saying?" 
                          
My smile widens. "Yeah. Just saying."
                          
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Nicole's Pov
                          
"What's taking them so long?" I whisper to Michael. 
                          
He shrugs before wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I blush as he chuckles softly and wraps an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him and kissing my temple. 
                          
Seconds later Ashton and Abigail walk in, both grinning from ear to ear. 
                          
As Abigail sits down I raise my eyebrows at her silently asking what happened. 
                          
She mouths 'tell you later.' Then she glances adoringly at Ashton, and I can't help a grin of my own stretch across my face. 
                          
She deserves someone like Ashton. Someone that will love her whole heartily and protect her from herself. 
                          
She deserves someone like Michael. 
                          
At the thought of his name I glance to my right and sigh. How did I get so lucky? As if feeling my stare he looks back at me and gives me a small half smile, before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Again I sigh, and snuggle into his side. 
                          
I catch Rosie's stare and smile, and she returns an approving motherly smile. She's always liked Michael. I just hope she likes Ashton.
                          
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So it's slightly shorter then usual but oh well! 
                          
-BREE
                          
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