Recap: As I walked back in, though, I noticed that it wasn't just James in the room. Ashton was there, too.
I froze.
"A- Ashton?" I asked shakily, frozen in the doorway to James's bedroom.
He responded with those four words everyone dreads: "We need to talk."
I nodded, seemingly mute, and forced my legs to move. I dropped down onto the sofa, practically collapsing as my mind raced.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna... go... do stuff," James said awkwardly, grabbing his coat and running out the door, leaving Ashton and I alone in the apartment.
I stared up at Ashton. He was standing by the kitchen counter, leaning on it. He seemed to be thinking, and my traitorous eyes gleefully drank in his appearance. He was wearing one of those muscle shirts. I could clearly see his biceps and the outline of his abs through the white shirt. Blue jeans and a thick brown belt covered his lower area and a cross necklace dangled from his neck. His beard looked unkempt and his eyes had bags under them.
"So James tells me you are feeling rejected," Ashton broke the silence.
I bit my lip, shrugging my shoulders and nodding a bit. I felt raw and helpless. I most certainly did not want to be having this conversation with him right now. I was exposed, and I could just feel his gaze boring into me.
Ashton's eyes flickered down to my lips, and I swear I saw something flash there, but it was gone too soon for me to tell what it was.
"Well?" Ashton prompted me.
"Well?" I asked back, puzzled.
"Explain."
I hesitated, but at his glare, I quickly opened my mouth. No words came out.
I tried again. "It's just that, I kissed you."
Ashton raised an eyebrow.
"A- And, you left," I said, whimpering pitifully. I lowered my gaze as redness filled my cheeks.
'God, why am I such a wimp?!' I internally yelled at myself.
"Let's get something straight here. We're not dating. I'm not under any obligation to fuck you."
I winced at the harshness of his words. "I get it, you don't want me. Fine," I mumbled. I forced myself up from the couch and scurried towards the door. As I was opening it, I heard a, "Wait."
Freezing, I stopped with the door half open and one arm in my coat.
"I never said that."
At my silence, he groaned. Suddenly, he spun me around, slamming the door shut.
"We're not done here," Ashton growled, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't get turned on by that.
"Sit down," he said roughly, pushing me onto the sofa and sitting next to me.
'Oh my god,' I thought, almost hyperventilating.
"So maybe I was a little bit harsh. But I don't like obligations. I'm a one-time-fuck. One night stands are the essence of college, and you can't expect any more than that from me."
"O- Okay."
"So. You have two options: we can do nothing, or we can do no strings attached, pure pleasure sex. No loving, just fucking."
The way he said 'fucking', with a slight bit of an accent, made me suck in my breath and my cock throb in my pants.
