Broken

• Chapter 128 •

- CLEMENTINE -

"Took you long enough," I snort as Ashton closes my bedroom door behind me. I frown when I see that he looks shaken up.

"What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing. Just tired."

I nod, "How tired?"

He cocks his eyebrow at me as he sets his bag down. I smirk, "Come here."

He huffs and takes a few lazy steps towards me. His mind is elsewhere. "You can come closer, I won't bite," I say as I bite my lip and tug him towards me. I press my lips to his, then slowly pull away.

His mind is definitely here now. I smirk. "I just really wanted to do that," I tell him as I pat his jacket and walk off to my bed.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" he mumbles. I snort, "I know."

Ashton rummages through his luggage, trying to find his pajamas. He swears under his breath as he holds up an empty water bottle from his bag. Yikes. Looks like all his clothes are soaked.

"It's all right. You can sleep naked," I shrug.

He cocks his eyebrow at me and smirks, "Yes. A lovely sight for your parents to walk into when they wake us up tomorrow."

I let out a giggle, knowing that they'd shish kebab his balls if that happened. He sighs and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. A brilliant idea pops into my head. "Hold on, I might have something for you," I tell him as I hop off my bed and dig through my closet.

It has to be here somewhere. Please, dear God.

"You realize I'm not going to fit into your clothes?" he mumbles from behind me.

"Will you shush. I know what I'm doing," I grin when I find the matching crop top and shorts. He's going to murder me. I toss it to him in the bathroom and lounge back on the bed.

"Let's see it!" I call out.

He comes out wearing the medieval white crop top with hearts on it and matching baggy booty-shorts. I cannot contain my laughter, and I am so fucking thankful Dorito let me keep this ridiculous costume from one of his plays.

"Think this is funny, do you?"

"Oh my fucking God. Hold up," I wipe a tear and take my phone out, "I have to."

He gasps and sprints towards me, tackling me and smacking the phone from my hand. I can't fucking breathe. "YOU'LL HAVE TO BEAT THEM AWAY WITH A STICK ONCE THIS GOES VIRAL, ASHTON!" I mock as he throws me over his shoulder.

He pins me to the bed and climbs on top of me. I can't take him seriously in this outfit. I blow out contained laughter as he narrows his eyes at me. I go into a full-blown laughing fit. Out of nowhere, his lips smack against mine. The laughter immediately dies as this power surges through me. I have to give it to the fucker. He's good.

His tongue slips into my mouth and meets mine, he continues kissing me feverishly. I can't help but melt into it. I grab his face and wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him against me. He lets out a small laugh, and I pull his lips right back to mine as desire seeps through my veins like gasoline.

He pulls away with a smirk and begins leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. I grab a hold of the sheets and arch my back, closing my eyes as my fire ignites. Ashton raises his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes at him. He smiles down at me, pressing his lips back to mine once more. His hands cling to my bare waist, his touch is both rough and soft at the same time.