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?"
