Being Daniel LaRusso's son wasn't always easy for Ashton. People expected him to be the friendly, helpful guy his father was. Daniel LaRusso, the smart, intelligent, All-Valley Karate Tournament champion, and successful car dealership owner, cast a...
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🆃🅷🅴 first day of vacation came around, and Ashton decided to spend it with Yasmin. They strolled through the mall, hand in hand, Yasmin ducking into shops to gather her summer essentials-swimsuits, lotions, accessories. As they stepped into a new boutique, Yasmin's eyes lit up when she spotted two swimsuits on display.
The first was a bold red one-piece that immediately drew her attention. It had a deep V-neckline with a wrap-around design, leaving tantalizing cutouts along her waist. The high-waisted bottom made it both daring and flattering, the vibrant red radiating confidence.
Beside it was a softer option-a royal blue swimsuit. Its ruched front and sweetheart neckline were decorated with a delicate gold detail. It looked classic, refined, like something you'd wear for a calm, elegant afternoon by the water.
Yasmin stood there, holding both up in front of the mirror, her lip caught between her teeth in indecision. Ashton, leaning casually against the display, eyed her with a playful grin.
"They're both nice," Yasmin mused, glancing from one suit to the other.
Ashton stepped closer, his gaze sliding over the bold red suit with an amused glint. "Try the red one," he said, his voice teasing. "It matches your mean streak."
Yasmin gave him a sharp look, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "My mean streak, huh?"
He grinned and shrugged, undeterred. "Yeah, it's bold, fiery-just like you when you get mad at me." He winked, earning an eye roll in return.
Still, the challenge in his voice made her smirk. "Alright, let's see," she said, grabbing the red suit and disappearing into the dressing room.
A few minutes later, Yasmin stepped out. The red swimsuit hugged her figure perfectly, the deep V-neck and the high waist accentuating her curves, while the cutouts showed just enough skin to make it alluring without being over the top. She turned toward the mirror, smoothing down the fabric, admiring how it looked against her fair skin.
Ashton straightened up, watching her with a mischievous grin. "Well, I was right," he said, circling around her, pretending to inspect. "It's dangerous. And so you."
She gave a mock frown, turning to face him. "Are you saying I'm dangerous?"
He stepped closer, leaning down so his lips hovered near her ear. "Always," he whispered, his tone playful but filled with that familiar, teasing warmth.
Yasmin laughed, nudging him away. "Alright, fine. I'll take it," she said, glancing one last time at her reflection. "But only because you dared me."
Ashton grinned, satisfied. "Perfect choice. Now, I just have to stay out of trouble, or I'm in for it."
