Page 152 of Puck Me Back to Life

It keeps seeing William instead.

Ash reaches over the center console and takes my hand without looking away from the road. His fingers lace through mine like they've done it a hundred times before. The gesture is so effortless that I don't even realize how tightly my hands had been clenched until they begin relaxing around his.

I squeeze back.

He answers with the same quiet pressure.

No words. He doesn't ask whether I'm okay. He already knows the answer.

My thoughts drift back to this morning.

I'd barely been awake when I'd felt Ash's arms wrap around me. One moment, I'd been buried beneath warm blankets, convinced it was still the middle of the night. The next I'd opened my eyes to find him looking at me with an intensity I hadn't seen before.

His mouth found mine before I could blink the sleep away. Ash's hands held my face as his tongue explored me. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I need you,” Ash groaned into my throat.

“Have me, then.”

I rolled on top of him, grinding his cock between my ass cheeks.

“I'm so glad you fell asleep naked,” Ash joked.

I laughed into his mouth.

I spit in my hand, positioned his dick to my entrance, and eased back slowly. Ash threw his head back against the pillows.

“Not a pillow prince today, huh?” I said.

Ash responded by grabbing my neck and pulling me down to kiss him.

“Don't leave me,” Ash said as his hips pumped up into me.

Kissing him lazily is my new favorite hobby. I rode him until he got frustrated with my teasing and flipped me onto my back.

“Stay with me forever,” Ash bit my pec hard enough to leave a mark.

I cried out, lacing my fingers in his long hair until we came together.

It had felt amazing, being so relaxed while his voice whispered in my ear.

But now that I think back to it, there had been something almost desperate about him. Like he'd needed to reassure himself that I was still there.

Even afterward he'd held me tighter than usual. He'd barely let me out of his arms. I'd wanted to ask what was wrong. The question sat on the tip of my tongue for nearly an hour. I never found the courage. Because I still don't know what we are.

Friends don't usually wake each other up by asking for a quickie before sunrise. People who are only having sex don't usually spend entire days dragging each other to fun activities and saying stay with me forever.

Boyfriends…

I glance sideways at Ash. His eyes remain on the road. One hand rests easily on the steering wheel while the other continues holding mine.

Boyfriends probably tell each other they're boyfriends.

Whatever this is, neither of us has given it a name. The uncertainty doesn't bother me as much as it probably should. Mostly because every day Ash seems to do something else that makes caring about him a little more dangerous.

He bought me books.

He washed my hair.