Chapter 84
DEMI
I wake up to Ashton smiling beautifully at me as he plays with my hair. He looks so good. When my eyes slide down his bare chest, thoughts of our passionate night together cause a crimson blush to spread across my face.
I recall his face contorting as he moved over me, our tangled hands, our synced breaths. My body never felt more alive, more sensitive. He outdid himself and shattered all my sexual fantasies about us, filling my head with new, graphic and sensory images. It’s too good to be true.
"Good morning, beautiful." His fingers trace my jaw. "How was your night?" Mischief twinkles in his eyes.
It’s too good to be true, I repeat in my head as memories of my anniversary dinner with Ashley overshadows my passionate sex memory. Eyes wide with shock, I look down at my naked form underneath the blanket and swallow a heart wrenching scream. Did I really sleep with Ashley? How drunk was I? How could I go so far?
"Are you okay?"
I flinch at his touch now, fully aware of who is in bed with me.
"Mmhmm." I avoid his eyes and the shock welling up inside me when I take in our clothes littered on the floor.
The memories are coming back now. I wasn’t that drunk and though I knew Ashley had brought me to my room, I did imagine he was Ashton. I desperately wanted him to be with Ashton so he could satisfy the need inside me.
I should have pretended to drift off to sleep. I shouldn’t have reciprocated the kiss. I kept giving him all the wrong signs while my body ached for Ashton whom I have missed terribly.
Somehow, my desperation to feel his touch convinced me to pretend it was Ashton in my room. The alcohol made it easy. I gave myself willingly as though Ashton had done all of that to my body. But it’s morning now and reality has struck. I can’t even look at myself or Ashley who is trying to understand my coyness.