Chapter 8

Ashton collapses on top of me, gathering me in his arms and kissing me deeply. Our bodies were still connected and our sweat mingled where our skin meets.

My mind is whirling. Did he…did he really say that he loves me? Did he mean it?

When he draws away, his eyes are so full of happiness. Ashton pecks my lips once more before pulling out of me. He gets off of the bed, disposing of the condom. I head to the bathroom and come back to the room in a daze.

Ashton is laying on the bed again. When he sees me, a shy smile crosses his face. He pats the bed beside him. “Come here.”

I bite my bottom lip, worrying it in my anxiety. I lay beside him, stiff and caught up in my own head.

“What’s wrong?” Ashton asks, his brows furrowing. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

I leap up so that I’m facing him, my hands going to his face and chest. “No! No! I’ve wanted this since…fuck, since I was 13. I just…” My eyes lower, unsure how to broach the subject.

He takes my chi