I miss him a lot.
It’s been one month since I last saw him, last touched him, and last kissed him. I know making him leave was the right decision, but my heart chose him to fall in love with him instead of another man in this town.
I used to think falling in love was a hard thing to do. I used to think I can never love someone without knowing everything about him, without being sure of my feelings for him. But it wasn’t the case with Ashton.
I fell in love with Ashton Kennedy without knowing anything about him.
I fell in love with him when I actually hated him. At least I thought I did - it was easier that way. Hate is such a strong word, though.
Loving him was the easiest thing I ever did. I was already way in deep when I realized my feelings for him… and that didn’t take long either.
With Ashton Kennedy, days turned into infinity… with him, my world changed its axis only in a matter of seconds. One glance, one smile, or only one caress were enough.
Falling in love with him wasn’t an option. Option means I had a choice, but I didn’t. It was like a lightning flash - fast, unstoppable, strong, and blinding. It was like a thunderbolt - dangerous, magical, and intense.
Loving Ashton Kennedy was a strange force of nature, something that I had no words for or the strength to stop… and it changed my world. He changed my world.
Now, sitting on my sofa, I wait for him to come back to me. I’m waiting for him to decide I deserve a chance, we deserve a chance… but even the Seattle sky is crying for me, for us, and for the possibilities of what we could be.
Minutes turned into hours, hours turned to days. The days followed each other till they caught the month and all I did was wait…wait for him to decide.
When the lightning brightens the dark sky, I waited for Ashton just like I wait for the thunder. The thunder comes, but Ashton doesn’t…
Then…
I hear the doorbell and everything stills… my steps get slower, my breath becomes shallower, and my pumping heart pauses until the door opens revealing to me to what’s on the other side of it. Then everything turns back to its colors.
The voices become chirpier, the objects shine under the hallway light and spotlights its focus onto the one person who turns everything into high definition…
Ashton Kennedy… returns to me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ASHTON
I ring the doorbell without carrying any guilt on my shoulders; it’s liberating. My eyes roam over her body when she opens the door in only boxer briefs, a tank top that does nothing to hide her perky breasts and pink fuzzy knee-length socks on. Her hair is now the sweetest shade of pink, and it suits her. Even though I was kinda fond of her blue-gray hair.
Fuck!
She is even more beautiful than I remember.
“Ashton,” she breathes out, and I swallow the anxiety I’m feeling.
I want to beg her to take me. To need me the way I need her. I want her to pull me away from the loneliness I’ve created for myself
, but instead, I step inside. Grabbing her by the waist, I turn us and gently push her back to the door and let my mouth devour her. Her gasp gives me the entrance I’m dying for. I suck her plump bottom lip into my mouth; she tastes like exotic fruit and vanilla - exciting and comforting all at the same time.
“Ashton… wait,” she pants, gently pushing me back but keeping her body flush to mine. This gives me hope, she doesn’t want me to move away enough to stop touching her; this must be a good thing.
“What are you doing? What does this mean?”
“I need you, I want you to take me, Acacia, and show me how to be loved again.” I push her hair back and take her head in my palms before I continue, “I come to you in pieces and all those pieces are yours now if you’re willing to put me back together with your love.”
She looks at me for what feels like hours before finally eating the distance between us. I feel her grabbing the hem of my shirt. I don’t make a move as she lifts it over my head and I only help her when she can’t reach. Her fingers tentatively touch my torso, moving down to my abs before moving back to my neck again.
“Will you just stay like that?” she laughs.
“You’ll have me?” I whisper, feeling nervous of the answer I’ll get.