This time, the kiss is even more intense, his tongue pushing its way past my mouth as he lays me down on the sofa and climbs above me.
His weight makes me feel safe, comforted as he peppers kisses across my jaw and back up to my lips.
“We can’t do this down here,” I whisper, staring up at him with a laugh.
It isn’t just the two of us in this room. His housemates and teammates are watching. Although most seem preoccupied. It’s not the first time; I’m sure they’ve seen two people making out.
But a few sets of eyes are on us, Liam’s glaring, and I can’t help but worry that he might tell Luca.
Any of them could.
“Take me upstairs to bed,” I say, wanting Ashton to show me to his room.
He lifts me into his arms with ease. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He manhandles me to the staircase.
I smack his chest. “Put me down this instant!” The last thing I want is to go tumbling down because he’s showing off in front of his buddies.
“Fine,” Ashton grumbles and sets my feet onto the ground, his hands at my waist as his fingers kiss my skin beneath my clothes.
His touch is overwhelming, and I wrap my arms around his neck, taking another taste. “Lead the way,” I mumble between kisses.
He takes my hand and guides me upstairs.
I’ve crashed in Luca’s room in the past, but I’ve never stayed in Ashton’s bedroom.
Quietly, we pass by my brother’s room and hurry to Ashton’s room. He opens the door, flips on the light, and gestures for me to step inside first.
There’s a hamper in the corner of the room, a few dirty clothes hanging off it that were clearly tossed in and didn’t quite make it inside.
His dresser has folded clothes on top that haven’t been put away, but it’s not as terrible as I thought it’d be.
There are no food wrappers or empty pizza boxes lying on the floor.
The room smells like him but fresher, like a forest of oak and evergreens. I notice a candle in the corner of his room.
“So, this is your room,” I say, taking it all in.
“Not what you were expecting?” He closes the door and locks it, giving us an ample amount of privacy.
“With the way Luca talks about you being messy, I kind of expected a disaster zone,” I confess. “It’s not bad.”
Ashton smirks and comes to sit at the edge of the mattress. “Luca likes to exaggerate.”
I laugh under my breath and stride the remaining distance, wanting to feel him beneath my touch.
“If we do this, Luca can’t know,” I say.
“You want me to keep a secret from my best friend?” Ashton rests his hands on the bed at his sides and leans back.
There’s a genuine smirk that crosses his face.
“What?” I ask.
“Wouldn’t be the first secret I’ve kept from him.”
“Care to elaborate?” I swear he knows how to have me hanging on the edge. I climb onto his lap, straddling him again, this time grateful for the privacy.
“No, then it wouldn’t be a secret,” Ashton says. He leans in, his breath tickling my neck, leaving a trail of kisses before he finds that super sensitive spot that has me wriggling my hips over his.
