Heres a tiny thank you to everyone for all of your support! Ive been writing and toying around with Book 3… in honor of the holiday I wanted to give you a small Ash and Todd moment with a little bit of a teaser :) No one has read this yet - I mean NO ONE - so its unedited and pretty rough… Hope you enjoy it! I feel Todds fingers gently run over my scar. I love feeling the rough calluses on his hands from pitching and playing the guitar but even through the rough parts his skin is so soft, his touch so gentle. His face is filled with concern. Hes been overly protective. Its been two weeks since my accident and I really dont remember much but Ill be eternally grateful to that kid who freaked out in the pool, he brought us back together. I love looking at Todd, studying his features as he studies mine but I hate the tense look on his face. I hate that he feels like he needs to protect me and hes treating me like I might break. I know he is doing it because he cares but its getting frustrating. What are you thinking? I ask as I stroke his furrowed brow. At that question he stops stroking his fingers over my forehead and his look turns pensive, You have no idea how scary that was for me Ash, seeing you at the bottom of that pool, not moving. He shakes his head and his hair falls down in his eyes as he hangs his head down avoiding eye contact. His hair is still a little wet from the shower he took after football practice this morning and I know they have another practice later this afternoon - they are on two practices a day until school starts and Im already dreading four o clock. There is silence, I can almost feel his pain but I cant allow myself to absorb it. So instead I ignore it. I need to lighten his stress, the mood. Um I think I know exactly how it feels. I remember seeing Brian and Gretch, it wasnt that long ago you know. I gently grab his chin so his eyes meet mine. Whenever my eyes lock with his the shock of their beauty stuns me. Hey, I know. I say gently and I make sure I have his full attention. Im here. Im fine. Im a big girl. I can take care of myself. As long as there arent any giant eight year olds around. A small smile breaks through his stoic look and he presses his lips together to try to stop a full smile from forming. I slide my hand through his damp hair brushing it away from his eyes. I relish in touching his soft cheek as my thumb grazes his cheekbone. Come on, you have to stop worrying, its not a good look on you. I continue to run my fingers through his hair making it stick up in messy points. A full smile breaks through, finally. Now this is a good look on you. His hair is sticking up and going in a million different directions but somehow he still looks perfect. He pulls me down so Im now on top of him. Ok I get it. He says as his soft lips brush against mine. The feeling of his lips on mine will never get old. Ever. I feel his tongue twirl around mine and I fall into him. In between kisses I continue to make my point, Youll have to let go at some point, you cant follow me to classes tomorrow, you know? Oh really? Watch me. Oh yeah? I press my smile into his. Yeah. Im going to be a Senior and we can do whatever we want. Oh is that how it works? It is. His smile presses back into mine. His kisses get deeper which stops our small talk and takes us right into pure make out mode. Kissing him is like my heaven. It feels right, this is where I should be, where I need to be. His lips connect perfectly with mine. I run my fingers down his strong arms and feel the contours of each of his defined muscles. I feel his strength. I love it. I cant get enough of it, of him. Im so happy to have him back; it still feels like a dream. Being away from him, not talking to him, not having him in my life to laugh with was painful beyond words. Way worse than a concussion and twenty stitches. So I vow to never let that happen again. If nothing else it made me appreciate just how amazing he is. How amazing we are together. He is it for me and I know it. He is home. I feel my phone buzz from underneath me and I ignore it, there is no one else on earth I want to talk to in this moment. I press my body further into his and in the back of my mind I remind myself we are in public and then I quickly push that thought out of my head. His kisses are deep and they tell me he feels exactly the same way. I know Im getting lost in the moment and one of us needs to stop. I feel the buzz again and then again. Todd finally pulls back after the fifth or sixth buzz, I lost track. Um our blanket seems to be vibrating. He says with a smile, I kind of like it. His smile turns mischievous and I cant help but laugh and shake my head. But maybe you should check. It seems like whoever it is really wants to talk to you. I reluctantly pull away, my anger at Sid already building. I mean she knows were together why does she keep texting? When I pull my phone out Im shocked at the name staring back at me. Its Casey. I havent really talked to him since he came to see me in the hospital. Nothing was said to officially end whatever we were doing. It didnt need to be. It was understood. I still care about him but he is nothing more than a friend to me but I know Todd doesnt see it that way. Todd lies back on the blanket and runs his fingers through his hair out of habit as he checks his own phone. What does Sid want now? He asks as an aside, he assumed the same thing I did. After everything I promised myself to always be completely honest and as much as Im dreading his reaction - no more secrets. Actually its not Sid, its Casey. Just rip off the band-aid, I keep repeating to myself. I feel his body tense beside me but on the outside hes his usual calm, controlled self. If I didnt know better I would say he was unfazed but I can feel his tension, his anger. I see the deeper color blue his eyes turn instantly at the mention of that one name. I can actually feel the hate emanating off of him, which is so unlike Todd. Oh yeah? He asks his voice not giving anything away. What does he want? I dont know. I say re-locking my phone and putting it away without reading the texts. I lean back into kiss him, forgetting everything else, Now where were we? He turns his head and doesnt return my smile, You should see what he wants. It doesnt matter. I say leaning in closer to him. I. Dont. Care. I complete each word with a kiss and make each one deeper than the one before it. Todd half heartily returns my kisses. I feel him pulling away at the very mention of Caseys name. I know hes angry but hes not saying anything, instead hes stiff and suddenly uninterested, no matter my attempts to undo the wall that one name just put between us. I run my hand down his ridiculously firm chest. The different sports camps this summer really defined what was already a perfect set of pecks and abs. I can see the contours of definition through his t-shirt as it rests on his stomach. Feeling them through this barrier of thin cotton isnt enough, I need to run my hand across his actual skin, so I slip my hand under his shirt in hopes that this gesture will remove the wall and plus touching him is so divine. Stop Ash. He pushes my hand away breaking the moment and my smile. That is a first; hes never pushed me away - not physically at least, even when we were broken up. His eyes finally meet mine and I can see the anger in them, its written all over his face and he is no longer trying to conceal it. I hate that you still talk to him.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 00:08:21 +0000
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