arm.
"Oh, just get in the car.” He said, trying not to laugh, as he rolled his eyes.
We all got in and Ashley scooted over to the middle seat, leaning against me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she played with my fingers. "Did you have a good time tonight?" She asked, twisting a little so she could see my face.
I leaned down a little so our lips were almost touching and whispered. "That was the best time I've had in a while," before kissing her. I don't know why, but this kiss was different from the others. We had more passionate ones, some less intense than this one, and others exactly like it. Somehow it was different. I think that more emotion was in it. Something that couldn't be seen by an observer, but we knew it was there. I felt closer to her somehow after learning about her mother. I felt like I could be there for her, to make it better. I would guess, but I don't know. Ashley made it different because she could trust me. I wasn't like her mom and I would never be.
My free hand moved to her hair. It felt so soft between my fingers that I just couldn't pull it away. I brushed my tongue along her lips. She tasted like lemon and sugar. Most likely from the sprite, she drank at dinner. She opened her mouth and our tongues met, making chills go up and down my spine.
Suddenly, she pulled away, laughing. I was about to feel really insulted, but she held up her hand. "I'm sorry, there's a cramp in my back.” She tried to explain. It made sense. Her body had been twisted for a good ten minutes. I laughed too and pulled her back to me. The moment was lost, but that didn't mean it couldn't still be special. My fingers kept brushing through her hair, marveling at how soft it was.
"I think you should come to the game tomorrow.” I whispered. I felt her smile, not even having to see it to know it was there. "Okay.” She whispered, still playing with my fingers on my other hand.
We pulled up to Lindsey's house. Ashley sat forward. "Guys, we're going to head out. Lindsey, be ready to go to a football game tomorrow. You too Bryan.” She said before we slid out of the car.
"What if they don’t want to go?" I asked as we walked towards my car. She shrugged and grinned. "I didn't give them a choice.” We laughed and got in the car.
At her house, I walked her to the door, kissing her once more for the night. "I'll see you tomorrow.” I told her, only pulling away a little bit.
She nodded. "Good luck at the game.” She whispered.
I grinned. "As long as you're there.” I winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
"Don't put that kind of pressure on me.” She said playfully.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm getting all of the guys to rub your head at the next practice if we win tomorrow.”
Before she could respond, I pecked her lips softly once more and ran towards my car.
"I'm not some kind of Buddha doll that you can rub for good luck!" She yelled to me. When I got to my car, I blew a playful kiss at her. She pretended to catch it and threw one back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ashley’s POV
I waited until Andy pulled away from the curb before going inside. My two little brothers were playing on the floor in the living room. Perry is four and quite talkative. He's got curly dark brown hair and deep chocolate eyes that get him just about anything he asks for. Louis is two years old and just learned how to say 'Ash' which is my nickname. I was shocked, to say the least. My nickname was the first word he decided to actually pronounce correctly.
A year after I moved in with my Dad, he surprised me with a vacation to Paris. It was possibly the best two weeks of my life. I loved seeing the Eiffel Tower. We waited two hours in a line to see the Mona Lisa, even though; it was the size of a computer sheet of paper. On the flight home, I got the window seat. Dad sat in the middle. On the outside, was a woman named Angela. She was moving from France to Oregon to live with her sister.
"Oh, just get in the car.” He said, trying not to laugh, as he rolled his eyes.
We all got in and Ashley scooted over to the middle seat, leaning against me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she played with my fingers. "Did you have a good time tonight?" She asked, twisting a little so she could see my face.
I leaned down a little so our lips were almost touching and whispered. "That was the best time I've had in a while," before kissing her. I don't know why, but this kiss was different from the others. We had more passionate ones, some less intense than this one, and others exactly like it. Somehow it was different. I think that more emotion was in it. Something that couldn't be seen by an observer, but we knew it was there. I felt closer to her somehow after learning about her mother. I felt like I could be there for her, to make it better. I would guess, but I don't know. Ashley made it different because she could trust me. I wasn't like her mom and I would never be.
My free hand moved to her hair. It felt so soft between my fingers that I just couldn't pull it away. I brushed my tongue along her lips. She tasted like lemon and sugar. Most likely from the sprite, she drank at dinner. She opened her mouth and our tongues met, making chills go up and down my spine.
Suddenly, she pulled away, laughing. I was about to feel really insulted, but she held up her hand. "I'm sorry, there's a cramp in my back.” She tried to explain. It made sense. Her body had been twisted for a good ten minutes. I laughed too and pulled her back to me. The moment was lost, but that didn't mean it couldn't still be special. My fingers kept brushing through her hair, marveling at how soft it was.
"I think you should come to the game tomorrow.” I whispered. I felt her smile, not even having to see it to know it was there. "Okay.” She whispered, still playing with my fingers on my other hand.
We pulled up to Lindsey's house. Ashley sat forward. "Guys, we're going to head out. Lindsey, be ready to go to a football game tomorrow. You too Bryan.” She said before we slid out of the car.
"What if they don’t want to go?" I asked as we walked towards my car. She shrugged and grinned. "I didn't give them a choice.” We laughed and got in the car.
At her house, I walked her to the door, kissing her once more for the night. "I'll see you tomorrow.” I told her, only pulling away a little bit.
She nodded. "Good luck at the game.” She whispered.
I grinned. "As long as you're there.” I winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
"Don't put that kind of pressure on me.” She said playfully.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm getting all of the guys to rub your head at the next practice if we win tomorrow.”
Before she could respond, I pecked her lips softly once more and ran towards my car.
"I'm not some kind of Buddha doll that you can rub for good luck!" She yelled to me. When I got to my car, I blew a playful kiss at her. She pretended to catch it and threw one back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ashley’s POV
I waited until Andy pulled away from the curb before going inside. My two little brothers were playing on the floor in the living room. Perry is four and quite talkative. He's got curly dark brown hair and deep chocolate eyes that get him just about anything he asks for. Louis is two years old and just learned how to say 'Ash' which is my nickname. I was shocked, to say the least. My nickname was the first word he decided to actually pronounce correctly.
A year after I moved in with my Dad, he surprised me with a vacation to Paris. It was possibly the best two weeks of my life. I loved seeing the Eiffel Tower. We waited two hours in a line to see the Mona Lisa, even though; it was the size of a computer sheet of paper. On the flight home, I got the window seat. Dad sat in the middle. On the outside, was a woman named Angela. She was moving from France to Oregon to live with her sister.
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