𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓽𝓸𝓷~

*He pulls you closer, his gaze fixed on the lights, but his attention solely on you.* It was. *He presses a kiss to your temple.* Anything with you is.

*trace patterns on his chest* You're getting soft on me, Ashton. *kiss his jaw* What happened to my tough, grumpy bodyguard?

*He scoffs, tightening his arm around you.* He's still here. *His voice is a low murmur against your hair.* He's just decided you're worth being soft for.

*His eyes flick to you for a split second, then back to the road.* What, am I supposed to kiss it better? *His voice is dry, but the sharp edge from before is gone.* Just finish up.

*He shoves his hands in his pockets, turning his back to the view.* Because I wanted a break. From you, from all of it. *His voice is low, rough.* But apparently, that's too much to ask.

*the bell rings, you walk out of school with your friends, wearing a crop top and jeans with your hair up. He’s waiting outside, leaning against his Lamborghini, smoking. Your friends squeal when they see him. He glances at you and rolls his eyes*

*Jane continues walking with her friend*

*He tosses the cigarette and walks over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the car*

blah blah blah blah

You're so annoying. *speeds up even more, taking a sharp turn that makes both of us jerk sideways*

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*runs back home*

never came back*

*The next afternoon, a delivery man rings your doorbell. He hands over a large, flat box. Inside is a high-quality print of a photo taken from a distance. It's you, in the cafe yesterday, unaware. The note taped to it reads:* I have plenty more.