ASHTON
I have less than a second to think through the mush in my head caused by Demi's entrancing presence and get us both out of this hot mess. Just as my door begins to crack open, I flick off the light switch which was luckily already on a low setting and clasp a hand over Demi's mouth to muffle any sound. Then I heft her into my bathroom and click the door shut.
"Ash? Are you asleep already?"
When Ashley pokes his head in and turns on the light, he sees me patting my hair dry with a small towel. "Oh, there you are."
I plop on the arm of my couch. "What is this about?" I ask grudgingly. The last time we spoke, it was a heated conversation. I am still pissed at him for acting so immature. Hence, my attitude.
