The next morning, Ashton stirs, squinting away the sunlight from his eyes.
Ashton realizes that his curtains near his bedroom are drawn open, and that he's snuggled in his bed sheets. Ashton blinks, squints, and then shops up, awake, alert, and with a heavy red flush that covers his face.
Did that bastard-?!
Ashton cuts his own thoughts short, realizing that the only way he'd make it to his bedroom is if someone carried him and tucked him in bed, and that someone just happens to be a 6 foot asshole with glasses and a pretty face that is going to so make fun of Ashton when he gets up and tease him again!
"Fuck!" Ashton shouts to no one, covering his red face with his hand as his body shakes in embarrassment. "Fuck…"
Ashton feels his heart begin to beat in hos chest, enough that he hears it echo in his ears, and he doesn't know why.
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