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Ash's POV

I couldn't keep up with what this girl did to me.. Did she even know how much control she had over me? It was unbelievable.. The more time passed, the more I couldn't understand how she could do so much to me in such little time..

I thought renovating the cabin would help me keep my mind off her.. That it would make me at least forget about how much I was feeling around her.. But no matter the work I had to do, no matter the music.. It just didn't help. That day I risked everything because I couldn't keep my hands off her in the office. When Josh was there to announce about the meeting in Paris, I heard mumbles from him, yet I couldn't keep my focus off her.. When he got out, I just felt like I would go insane if I don't touch her, kiss her, get her close to myself..

Now, instead of getting away for a while, going in the cabin.. I told her to come with me.. I'm sure she had other things planned after work, but it didn't matter for me in that moment. She was my assistant, and perhaps I took advantage of that when I told her that I needed her to help out around the cabin as well..

  I introduced her as my fiancé to a woman I knew my whole life and I didn't didn't even blink about the lie I told, mostly because it didn't felt as weird as I thought it would.. It was a natural thing, like I was speaking the truth, perhaps because I was drawn to this girl more than I was to anyone in my life..

  Then, I took her to the cabin and gave her the simplest things to do, to just walk around and talk, because something about having her near, something about hearing her voice.. Dang it was like a daily doze of her that I could not live without. The scariest part was, the need for her got bigger and bigger each day, and the doze was never enough. I couldn't even sleep because of not having her near me during the night. And it was the most fucked up thing..

  It had been around an hour and a half since we got to the cabin. I had her around me for a while before she disappeared, telling me that she was going to bring a new bottle of water that was in the other room.

  I went to look for her.. And within 30 seconds I found her in the other room, standing on stand ladders with a long handled paint roller in her hand, doing a wall without any effort, leaving me with my jaw on the floor. She was in a white summer dress for God's sake.. With perfect waves on her shiny dark hair, and delicate nails on those long fingers.. How the hell did she know how to use that?!

  "Anya." Calling out her name didn't make her turn around.. She continued rolling the paint over the wall. I walked closer. "What are you doing?"

  "Helping out." The answer was mechanical, without her even bothering to look at me.

  "That's not what I meant when I said help out." I looked at the paint she was putting on the wall.. It was this beige espresso color that I never really thought I would use, but from looking at the part she did, it seemed to match almost perfectly with the white furniture I intended to add in that room.

  The innocence in her voice sounded girly, and I could hear some satisfaction in it. "Well.." She was obviously proud of the work she had done.

  "Get down." I finally had her attention when I placed my hand on leg.

  Those wide blue eyes looked down at me. "What? Why?" And I knew that my argument was going to be weak since I wasn't planning on admitting any concern of her possibly hurting herself.

  I kept quiet for a few seconds as I stared at her. "Because, you're a girl. You're not supposed to do stuff like this." Not a reason good enough, Ash, no.

  "Hey, just 'cause I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't do it." She looked back at the wall. "I've painted walls before."

  "Anya, you're in a dress, that says plenty.. Now, get down before you hurt yourself." And she didn't take my concern as a surprise.

  The sarcastic smile on her face still lighted up a part of me. "How am I gonna hurt myself with a damn brush?" It's a roll. And within just a second, she held the roll over the part that was meant for adding more length, pinching her finger from putting between it. "Ough." I crossed my arms over my chest.

  I took the roll from her and she easily let go since she already pinched her finger. "See. Get down." It gave me anxiety to watch her balance and cross her arms while standing on the step ladders.

  "You're just not used on people helping you.. Look, I even picked you the right color." For some reason I was on the go to catch her if she slipped, and the height she was on was definitely not letting me relax in that moment.

  "Yes, the color's good. Now come here." With a simple wrap of my arms around her hips, I was able to pull her to the side and put her down.

  "Hey!" She whined through a laugh, and thankfully she was finally on the ground and I could take in a calmed breath now, knowing that she wasn't going to break her legs by falling from the step ladders. Turning towards the table behind me, I took a cloth and wiped my hands just as an excuse to look on the side and not get caught losing myself in her eyes.. With the step ladders on one side and the table on the other, it was barely one foot space for both of us to stand beside each other, and feeling her close was a distraction enough.

  As I turned back towards her, I saw a pair of ocean blue eyes, a blue as deep as the early night sky, edged with some forest green that swirled together.. Christ, her simple appearance, that beauty.. It was damn hard to handle. The smile off her face faded as she looked on the side, crossed her arms over her chest and looked back at me, serious expression, pretty plump lips that seemed to always hold that natural cherry and urged every inch of me to just cross that small space between the two of us and kiss her.

  Flattering those long lashes at me, she glanced on the aide again before looking back at me. "You shouldn't have done that.." Really? That much thinking because I took her off the step ladders?

  I turned back, putting the cloth back on the table before turning to face her again. "You were going to fall anyway.." I couldn't help the dry laugh that escaped me, but when I looked back at her, she still seemed pretty serious, and no matter how damn good she looked even serious, with those high cheekbones still sharp and light blushed cheeks, I preferred her when she was laughing.

  "No, I mean telling that Sophie girl that we're engaged." Oh we are back to that, huh..

  "Well, I did mess up last night by telling Stefan the same thing.. Gotta follow up my stories." My explanation didn't seem as convincing as it did in my head.. I turned on the side and walked towards the counter, taking a water bottle and trying to drown the situation away.

It was truly unbelievable what kind of a mess a simple lie could make. Not that it was a white lie.. I was aware that an engagement was a serious thing, but I couldn't even stand the thought of Stefan even looking at her, and I knew that saying she was my girlfriend wasn't going to stop him, as for he didn't take relationships seriously.

  I heard her steps from behind as I put the bottle down. "Ash, it's no joke. I mean, I wanted to say something, but -"

  "No buts, Anya, last night you said plenty." She did say all the things she had on her mind and listening to all of it frustrated me, because the only thing that I got out of it was that she was simply scared of any commitment. Even the fake one.

  "I kept my mouth shut today though.."

  "Till now.." I watched how she looked on the side, keeping quiet for another few seconds.

  "It just,- It won't work." Right. Because they were going to find out eventually that it was all a lie.. Was that it?

  "Look, we're both going to Paris in a few days..-" She interrupted me.

  "We are?"

  "Yea, remember? The whole meeting with Stefan thing,-"

  "Yea I know, but I,- I'm going too?" I saw the excitement in her eyes when Josh told us the news, and I saw the same excitement now..

Did she really think that I was not taking her with me? I mean, yes, she was my assistant and all of that, but most of all it wasn't exactly the easiest being away from her. It felt like a ruin, and I didn't even know how to explain it to myself, let alone her.. Was it because I couldn't have her the reason why I wanted her so badly?

I cleared my throat. "You're my assistant, Anya. And my fiancé apparently."

The mention of the fake engagement seemed to make her go back to being serious. "You need to fix this." The demand in her voice was clear, and I knew that she thought that I was playing with people's lives with this lie.. Her soul was just too pure. But no one cared that much.. It wasn't like my family was going to figure it out.. Or hers. I was not going to let it go that far. It was only for a few days, and I just wanted her to relax and trust me a little.

"Why does it matter so much to you?"

"Because, Ash, it's a serious thing." There we go.. Too good in her heart. She had too much good in her..

I crossed my arms over my chest, reading every bit of frustration when she ran her hands through her hair. "No, it is not.. They'll be staying there and  you won't ever have to see them again. Trust me, it will be forgotten.." However, she didn't seem very satisfied with my answer.

"Yea? Well what about when they realize that there was no wedding.."

"I told you, I'll just say that we went our separate ways.. Easy." She puffed, closing her eyes for a second and walking on the side.. Why did we even have to discuss this? It was obviously angering her, and I just wanted to see her laugh again.. Even if it meant painting walls with a roll.

"But it's not easy.." She whined in frustration as she looked back at me.. Christ, we were both acting like kids, neither of us wanting to admit what the real situation was. And something inside me snapped

"Why?"

"Because," Her tone seemed just as loud as mine, just as demanding, like I was supposed to think of something.. And I did. I knew what she meant when she said 'because'. I knew the end of that sentence.. But I had to hear her say it. Silence fell over for a few seconds before she decided to continue "It's us.."

And I needed more.. More, Anya. "So?" I dared.

Once again she released a slow sharp breath, closing her eyes for a second before she took a few steps back towards me. "So, we've already done things, Ash.. Things far beyond being just close friends.." She was my assistant. I was the one that was supposed to be stopping this, yet I felt so damn urged to hear more. "It's not okay to mess with serious stuff like that.."

I felt pressure sitting on top of my head.. I could feel the frustration boiling inside me.. It was like there were walls pressing against on me from every damn side. I felt trapped. Fucking trapped in this situation that there didn't seem a solution that I liked.

It was not alright to mess with serious stuff like that, she said.. Right, lying about us being engaged wasn't exactly my brightest move. But there wasn't anything else I could think of in that moment.. And now.. Now there weren't words right enough for me to explain to her what I felt. I couldn't. She didn't,- God, she didn't know how much I had to push back in that moment not to kiss her senseless right there..

Just looking at her, running her hands through her hair, biting those lips.. A simple look from those eyes was sending me to holy grail.. Her simple presence was causing things inside me that I could not contain. And it bothered me.. Dear Lord, it bothered me to the core when I just remembered how many times the two of us had started something, and then ended it by ignoring what happened.

Just last night we kissed in front of the car.. And I kept asking myself if that loss of control around her was a result of me not being able to have her.. She was like a forbidden fruit and I could not keep my hands away. My eyes away.

Now she was looking at me with those daring eyes, still keeping silent and waiting for me to end this somehow.. How could I? Yes, it was easy to clear the thing about the fake engagement, but she didn't,- She just didn't fucking know that even the things I said on that damned dinner were fake, there were other feelings inside me that I could not keep to myself.

And I needed to get it out of my system. That morning, I told her. I told her I wanted her. And only her. But she avoided it. She avoided the subject, and now there I was again, later that day, looking her in the eyes and once again losing myself by this feisty, brave, damn beautiful woman that I could not have.

And all I wanted to do in that moment was tell her.. My God, I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how damn perfect she was.. How much she could have me lost by a simple smile, her laugh that sent me to heaven, challenging personality that made my day, and the way she tried competing even about the smallest things that caused warmness in my chest.

Yet all I got at the end of the day was these mixed signals, not only from her but from myself too.. This other part of me telling me to push it back, to shut up.. She was working for me. And no matter what happened in that past, I had to clear it off and continue professionally only.

A slow breath escaped me. I managed to look on the side. "Fine, if it means so much to you, I'll just tell them the truth. Stefan will understand. He has done things far worse than this.." I put away some stuff off the counter.. I had to focus on work. Just focus on work. But when I looked back at her, she was standing just like before, looking at me with crossed arms and keeping the softest look on her face.. She seemed awfully distracted. "What?"

And she snapped out of it. "Nothing.." Oh no no, she made me consider all things possible, and now she was saying 'nothing'? I do not think so.

Uncrossing her arms, she took a step to the side, but I insisted. "What is it?"

  "Nothing, forget it.."

I took a few steps towards her, the simple urge of saying her name stronger than me. "Anya," My hand reached for her wrist on its own, and even though she was already turning around by herself, I still took a hold of it. Once again she ran a hand through her hair and released a slow breath.

"What?" She asked, and just like the sound of her voice snapped something inside me, I went glued to my spot. God, what was I doing? Why was I insisting on hearing what she had to say? Let it go, Ashton, let it fucking go. It was only going to complicate things..

Yet I still asked. repeated. "What is it?"

Looking on the side for a second, she seemed again nervous because each time she crossed her arms over her chest and that gave her away.. Then she bit her lip and released another sharp breath before looking at me. "We're acting like we're engaged in front of other people, but when we're alone, we can't even admit what we want to each other.." And in that moment, her words only proved that she was thinking the same thing.

"I told you want I want, Anya." My words were clear that morning when she asked me what I wanted..

And now, I could tell that the reminder of that situation made her nervous. It was cute. And I wanted to slap myself for thinking that, but how could I resist? She looked on the side and the thought of what I said seemed to make her blush.. She was too much. "It's just a false alarm." The quietness in her voice was unbearably pure and it warmed my heart in the weirdest way possible.

Those few words that she said when she looked at me caused a sudden laugh to escape me, with the simple thought of her being so damn innocent and actually thinking that something as strong as I felt could be 'a false alarm'.

Oh Anya, my beautiful Anya.. What the hell are you doing to me. "Okay," I managed to mouth out between the laugh, and when I looked back at her, I saw surprise in those wide eyes, satisfaction of some kind, but at the same time slight annoyance that I found adorable. The attempted 'punch' over my arm was as light as if a fly had just stopped on that spot.

"Hey, don't laugh.." She said seriously, and a part of me thought that perhaps I only found it funny because only I knew my feelings about her.. I knew it couldn't ever be a false alarm when it came to her.. But from the seriousness on her face, I could tell that this subject effected her.

And then she started, naming all the reasons why we couldn't be together, and just hearing them felt like the deepest dagger to my soul.. "Look, you're my boss, I can't let lust ruin this opportunity." And without even taking in a breath, she continued, rolling a word after word with clear panic, yet somewhat managing to keep her voice quiet from how breathless she was. "I need this job and if something goes wrong.. If something goes wrong, I cannot start everything all over again, Ash, I can't, I just,- I'm scared to go back to that damn begin,-"

"Anya, Anya, hey," I instinctively pressed my hand against the sides of her arms, trying to make her focus on me, and stop the rambling. She went into complete panic, it scared me. And God, I understood every word she said. I couldn't hurt this girl. I could never. I didn't understand at what point I made her feel like she had to explain. She didn't. I understood. "Hey, it's alright. I understand." And thankfully, the normal look in her eyes was focusing on mine, and I was glad I managed to snap her out of it. She had been through a lot, and I knew what it felt like to fear feelings. Because I was at the same situation, at the same moment.

Perhaps I wasn't thinking.. I wasn't thinking straight when I took her face with my hands, instantly marveling at the softness of her skin. I only wanted her to focus on my words.. To make her believe that we were on the same page.. Or was that all just an excuse to touch her? I found my words after a few seconds, and continued. "I'll fix this, okay? Besides, you got one thing pretty right.." I let her go, trying to make out a smile just so I could see her relax. "We are pretty good friends.."

I almost choked on my words from how big of a lie it was. There was no friend feelings between the two of us. We both knew that.. But it was a good change to see a slight smile on her face. "I don't know about that, but we do make a pretty good team lying." And that smile that stretched her lips soothed the most flamed fire inside my soul. I calmed me down and there weren't words for me to explain how much. It was insanity how much I pushed back just to make her feel calmed as well.

I took a small step back, somewhat smiling back at her. "We do." Going back towards the counter, I took my car keys before turning back towards her. "Come on, I'll get you home." And after almost 12 hours of being together that day, we both proved that we needed time apart, to think and rest.. Well, Anya mostly. I feared expressing what I felt in that moment for some reason, but she seemed even more lost in sorting things out. And I wanted her to rest and forget it, for now at least.. We both needed our ways to stay sane.

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Anya's POV

I just needed my mind to go blank. I needed the thoughts to stop. Because it was becoming unbearable. I knew it. The second we kissed in front of the car that night when there was a blockade on the road, I knew that it was going to become a living hell. Mostly because the feel of having him kissing me, it shook me to the core.. It left me breathless and senseless in the strongest way possible..

The memories of that night in the club were slowly coming back to me, as a blur, but still, I saw the person that I was now supposed to call my boss, just as lost as me, in that need of release that we somewhat found in each other.. Yet he was the most honest person I had ever met. The kindest soul that crossed my path.. That night he could've done whatever he wanted with me, because I was ready to worship at his altar without any complain whatsoever.. Yet he put me to bed and let me sleep.. He took no advantage of me, and never lied about it.

I remembered that moment that morning in the office, before Sophi came to visit him. It bothered me to the core that there was some other woman in his life that was apparently important, and so I let myself get sucked into that lie and desperately approved that I was in fact yes, his fiance. When it wasn't even damn close to that.

And then there I was, a few hours later, looking him in the eyes and scared to admit all the things that crossed me in that moment.. Only proved right.. Only proved right that whatever we had going on was ruining everything I fought for, because there I was, looking at his face and thinking, God I would do anything to have him kiss me, touch me the way he did..

Yet I was still pushed through that brutal reality that that was exactly what I shouldn't let myself feel.. As for it was becoming unbearable for us to even be in the same room, let alone function professionally. And that itself told the story how because of my selfish desires, I threw my whole future under the bus. What was the next step supposed to be? Me quitting the job because I couldn't contain my own lust towards the boss?

I snapped, and he listened. He showed understanding that was insane for me to even register.. How could he have so much tolerance with me? Just that morning, he was clear with what he wanted.. But I stuck to my point, and instead of acting impulsively, perhaps irritatingly because of my opposed opinion, he showed understanding, and once again gave me comfort that had me melting under his hands.

Now we were near my house, still driving in the car, and the tension was already thick enough to be cut with a knife. I felt insanely tensed and awkward, because no matter how much comfort he could mask on his face, I knew he felt it too.. And also, there weren't words strong enough that could repel me from him in that moment. Something about him turned my spirit into a dove, and my feelings simply roamed around me, waiting to be found, yet I feared each and every one of them.. Fearing for my own self.

It was as if the whole way there, there was something choking me, holding me, something keeping me tangled up and away from him. He was beside me, yet so damn far away for a good reason. We both knew it was for the best, but how could something so right feel so wrong? I felt like I would be sinning my soul for letting myself through that selfishness and throwing away each and every reason why we shouldn't be together.. Just to grab him and have him.. Let myself breathe for once..

But when we cleared things out, agreed that staying away was for the best.. That was the moment when I felt awfully wrong. It just,- Christ it was hard.. It was as if I could reach out for him and every atom of my body was telling me to, yet I pushed it back, and it bothered.. It was becoming unbearable to the point where it felt like it was building inside me, and it could explode any moment, make me cry for having to be kept away from something I wanted so damn much.. Someone. Someone I needed. And that was him. Just him, God.

Relief. I felt relief when the car came to stop. Like my prayer was heard, I said my goodbyes, and with the pressure in my chest, with the need in my veins, I left the car in a rush, managing to somewhat thank him. The heels were slowing me down, and when I reached the door my hands shook so damn much that I couldn't unlock them..

Just the simple acknowledgement of his car still being there, with him inside caused my core to shake, my mind to break into millions of pieces.. My breathing was becoming sharp.. My heart rapid for some reason.. I managed to open the door, and I almost stopped to look over my shoulder because I knew he was still there, in the car.. And I didn't know why he was waiting for me to walk in, but then again, in that moment I knew nothing..

Why I felt the way I did.. Why i felt like I was going to explode from this need only growing inside me.. God, why was it so hard.. Why the hell was it so hard that night. It was like I turned my back on him, walking away from the car, unlocking the door and taking a step inside, yet it felt like I was making the worst mistake in my life.. I felt physical pressure down my chest for some reason, and it was ridiculous! I was going to see him the next morning! We were together the whole day, for God's sake, why was this so hard?

I didn't turn when I closed the door. I couldn't. Because if I did, I knew for damn fact that I would run back to him and do things that I was definitely going to regret later.. How was it.. How was it possible that I let things get to this point? Become so unbearable to the point where I felt like I was choking, building my rain up in a cloud, hoping those feelings to drown..

I pressed my back against the door from the inside to close it, and it was the only way for me to hold on and not fall to the ground. What was he doing to me? My eyes closed on their own, and my heart was still beating with this unsettling beat, my breathing going from sharp to cut, and I felt panicked like never in my life.

What are you doing?! A part of me screamed. It's for the best, was my only defense.. But then then why the burning hell did it feel like I was destroying myself?! How was it possible that plain lust could make me lose my mind.. I thought I would fall to the ground, let in the pressure in my chest, my head to consume me, and cry because I couldn't handle my own damn self..

My ears were buzzing.. My blood was boiling. It's like my heart thumped so harshly against my chest for only him. Ash, Ash, Ash.. I pushed myself off the door, taking a step inside.. Thank goodness Kristin was out on a date. I was feeling like a ghost as for the ground constantly disappeared underneath my feet. And it took me everything.. Fucking everything not to turn back around and run back to him.

Just a step in, and a knock on the door was heard. My heart skipped a hollow beat and stopped for a second. My lips were still parted from that sharp breathing, and my whole body shook. Ash. Was it him? Christ, was it him?

My own emotions flooded me. Why was I still standing? Why was I so frozen on my spot? Open damn door, Anya! My mind was blank.. My feelings not even close to drowning.. My whole being in that moment prayed that it was him because I could physically not take a minute longer without him, let alone a night.

Turning around, I gulped, yet so eagerly took a step back towards the door, pressing my hand against the knob and turning. And everything froze, muted, and stopped when I saw his face. Silence as those gray eyes stared back at mine, and made me melt, burn, drown and breathe at that instant moment. Deep breaths and clear gazes.

Something was screaming inside me at that point.. Building inside me.. The same desperation reflected back on his eyes had me lost and dizzy, fading away completely.. I had never.. Never felt such desire for someone. It was pure madness how much my insides flamed, not a single atom in my body even trying to regret every thought, every yearning that crawled through me.

This heartache caused by the simple fact of not having him against me in that moment left me speechless, some message from my veins, and a clear lesson to my mind.. Every single feeling that had built inside me, simply broke open and rained down.. Not a force strong enough to stop me in that moment. Just no more torture.

Without either of us saying a word, in the same exact second moved towards each other, and like in a need for oxygen, for a simple doze of him, I moved towards him.. Wrapping my fingers around his shirt the same second he pulled me by my waist.. My lips desperately pressing against his.. From silence, both of us turned into a storm.. Only the kiss stopping our previously heavy breaths, losing ourselves in the silence that the night held.

My hands shook.. More, God, I need more.. Every piece of me screamed. His lips moving against mine, as deeply as if it was our only way of surviving that night, and there was nothing that could make me let go the way I did before.. No, not now. Not again..

Losing our minds in each other, our hands itched for more, broken and sulking souls simply holding on and both of us falling so deeply, I thought I would be lost forever. The eagerness on his lips, the hunger in that kiss.. It made me faint in his arms. When we pulled away for air, I felt myself being slightly pushed back, and the groan that escaped his lips had me almost fall to my knees.

I didn't even realize that I had taken a few steps back, stepping inside before I was turned and pressed against the door, closing it in the process when I saw a pair of those wide silver eyes staring back at mine, with desperation, yearning, wildness that I could not explain.. I would fear such madness in someone's eyes, but in that moment.. Oh in that moment I felt every bit of it crawling underneath my veins, and making me wild with desire for him. God, only him..

His lips back on mine weren't anything unexpected as for I was kissing him like he was the air filling my lungs, holding myself against him, onto him, and letting him trap me against the door. My senses were burning, my whole body was, yet my mind was blank, numb, and there was no other moment in my life when I felt so alive, so burning and hot, and lost and eager..

I felt desired, lusted, cherished, loved, found.. All by him. My legs were weak, my body already limp, melting, shaking, falling under his touch, his hands over my body, his tongue, his lips over mine.. It was so quick, and cut and wild, yet I followed up just as quick, just as wild..

When he pulled away just enough to continue kissing the side of my lips, down my jaw, the gasp for air turned into a moan with the feel of his lips over my skin, not even allowing me to open my eyes from how lost I was.. My lips parted for more air, and each groan of his between the tail of hisses he was leaving down my neck, each slide of his hands over my waist, my hips, so hot over the material of my dress caused tingles between my legs..

My knees went so weak, somewhat making me move my hands from over his chest, shoulder, neck, up to his hair, almost like I was making sure he was there, real.. And God it never felt realer.

His name slipped from my throat through a moan that I could not hold back, and even after thinking that I was never a loud girl when given pleasure, he managed to have me choking on my sharp breaths, whining and moaning after only a minute of kissing and touching and,- Oh God, I was going to come to pieces by the simple feel of his lips against my skin, his body against mine..

He kissed up my jaw, effortlessly holding me as close to him as physically possible with his arm over my waist, the other one holding my lifted leg that he hooked against his, while I was there left holding onto him and losing myself in this holy grail of feelings, going senseless from how good having him against me felt..

His lips over my chin, over the side of my lips had me press my head against the door, part my lips some more, and intertwine my fingers in his hair.. Wet kisses over the side of my parted lips, making me come to some sense and try to kiss him back as I felt him pull me against him even more with such demand that made me somewhat open my eyes and look at him..

His face was so close to mine, blurry even, yet I still scanned those perfect sharp features of his.. A small strand of that black hair handing over his forehead, serious and furrowed dark brows, a pair of wild gray eyes right under, high cheekbones, and lips red and swollen, so perfect to die for. His heavy and sharp breaths were matching mine, and I had no clue how either of us were holding back and staring at each other for a second that felt like eternity.

With an effortless slight move, his lips pressed against mine in this quick wet kiss that I could not return, then another, and another, before he looked back at me, scanned my face with such intensity, I was left weak under his arms, once again focusing from my eyes to my lips with desire that nothing seemed to be able to hold back.

"Don't ever torture me again by walking away like that, Anya," He said through those cut breaths, a voice sharp and husky, and words so quick that I had trouble following. The way he shook his head slightly, the pure emotion behind those eyes, the way he scanned my face..

Christ, it made me want to give him my very soul, mind and body, and allow him do whatever he pleased.. I tried nodding my head for some reason, but the truth was, I could barely focus on his words when I was that distracted by his lips. "Don't, Anya, ever,-" He seemed to try to continue, but he was already moving his lips towards mine, and he would be a fool if he thought I was not going to kiss him in that moment..

No, it wasn't hard to lose myself.. Not when it came to him. It was crystal clear what I wanted. And I was done pushing it back.. I hated to think what we were.. Where we were.. Was it friends, or was it professional?

No, dammit, it didn't matter.. It was none of that.. It was,- It was the fire that flamed every sense of mine.. I was ready to burn with each and every one of those flames if it meant having him for at least a night.. To be left breathless and lost, senseless and mind-blown.. His. And so be it. Because I knew I would do everything to be his.. At least for once, at least for now..

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To be continued..

Listen to the song guys, it just gives me chills and it's the reason why this chap turned out the way it did 😉

I won't lie to you babes, I had so much trouble writing from Ash's POV this time because it was just so hard for me to express the confusion he was going through, the confusion he saw.. That yearning that they both had yet none of them expressed. Because sometimes your feelings can have you in the darkest, most cruel maze and there's not much you can do about it.

But hey, look at our ship! Suggestions for one? Ashia? 😂 I'm clearly bad at this..

  Comment & vote babes, I'll be giving out shoutouts for the most dedicated readers to this story because it does take you guys a lot of patience, I understand 😂 Got this idea from my gal artfreak1864 so here's to her!

  Kisses, 😘