...Your Scars

Ashton feels the warm liquid drop on his neck and he leans in to her, letting her hug him from behind comfortably.

'I made a right choice. Late, yes but right? Completely.' He thinks in his head.

He clutches her hand and squeezes it two times. "I promise to not betray you as well, ever."

She soon let's go of him and returns to her own chair, trying to wipe her eyes without looking like she is doing so.

Ashton passes her a paper towel and she smiles and takes it.

He looks outside and sighs fakely. "Oh, it looks like time has really flown by. How about I drop you off tomorrow morning? If you don't mind staying over?"

She coughs slightly and drinks a glass of water. "Yeah, I'll stay... Uhm... In my room. Yeah, I can stay over in my room."

He notes her nervousness and raises his hands in surrender. "I promise to be a gentleman tonight."

Tonight.

And tonight alone.

She nods, completely overlooking the underlying trouble that the whole statement brings with it.

"Fine then. I don't want to p