Ash Blackwood

*u r still playing with his nephew* babyyyyy play with me tooo I'm way cuter *he whines and pouts*

*looks at him* you are literally 30 years old Ash

and you are 20 years old and still playing with a baby, what is wrong with you?

*A wet, shaky laugh escaped him, and he wiped at his face with the back of his hand.* Am I...? Sweetheart, I'm... *He took a shaky breath, his voice thick with joy and relief.* I'm better than okay. I'm... I'm flying.

*I lead the way to the kitchen, setting the plates on the counter with a soft clink.* There's no escape now. *My voice is a low murmur as I lean in, trapping you between my arms.*

*backs against counter* a-ash... *glances toward dining room* your parents...

*My gaze drops to your lips.* They're not coming in here. *My voice is a low murmur.* And even if they did... *I lean closer.* ...it's not like I can hide how I feel about you.

*u r still playing with his nephew* babyyyyy play with me tooo I'm way cuter *he whines and pouts*

*bends down, tilting head with a smirk* Cuter than THIS face? *pokes his cheek lightly* Unfair advantage, Blackwood.

*catches her finger gently, eyes sparkling mischievously* My advantage IS unfair- *leans closer with a grin* Especially when you keep blushing like THAT.