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Winter's pov

"You shouldn't have brought me here," I jumbled my words as I paced the floor in front of Ashton. He hadn't said a word but it's not like I had given him a chance to as I cried about what had happened earlier with Masha.

"Your brother, that shithead did nothing to stop his whore," I sneered, pacing faster while pulling the wet clinging shirt away from my skin.

I should've taken Axel's drink and dumped it on her. Or dumped it on both of them. That way we all would've been the laughing stock.

"They laughed at me," I sniffled, flinging my arms and turning to face him. It was dark and I couldn't really see his face but could make out his silhouette.

"Ugh I'm now the biggest laughing stock on campus," I cried and run to him like I always do, flinging myself in his arms so he'd comfort me like he does every single time I'm upset.

I freeze. The sudden burst of warmth across my body shocked me but it's not only that, beneath my skin tingled. It was weird, yet.....felt good.

Sure Ashton's hugs comforted me, but not like this. Not like his mere heat was lighting up a fire under my skin. Not so hot. Not so intense.

I gripped his shirt, the fabric wrinkling in my palm as my brows furrowed. I'm taken off guard by the emotions running through me. I had never felt like this before.

I could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath as my ear press to his quickly beating heart. Tonight he feels different. Tonight something was-

"Ash-

I begin to utter when I felt his finger touch under my chin and gently, almost like he was scared to touch me, lift my head up.

The air around us turned thick and burned with something sharp that caused goosebumps to dot across my skin.

My breath caught in my throat when I lifted my gaze to feel his warm breath against my parted lips. My heart pounds in my chest. He still had yet to say a word but I don't think he needed to.

Words didn't need to be said, not when the mere heat from his body was causing me to pulse with something I had never experienced before.

Need.

The need for him to simply......kiss me.

The need for him to.....taste me.

My grip on his shirt got tighter, firmer, as if it would anchor me since my legs felt like jello. He had done nothing but hold my chin tenderly. He had done nothing but press his body against mine as his other free hand burn on the small of my back.

I gasp.

Something was off tonight. Yet felt so right.

He felt so right.

Ashton....my best friend felt so right.

My entire body felt like it was buzzing, humming with something that was like electricity. I felt alive. Alive in a way I had never felt before.

It made no sense. This was Ashton.

He had hugged me a thousand times before to comfort me when I felt like crap. I had cried into his shirt, soaked them with my tears more than I could count.

Yet never. Not even once had I felt so.....needy. Never had my knees felt so weak. Never had my core clenched or my skin flare with tingles of heat.

Never had I felt my juices drench my panties. Never had my body buzzed with so much desperation to be closer and to be touched by him.

But tonight. Tonight I felt those things so intensely that I am on the verge of begging him to just kiss me. Especially when I could feel his head dip lower when the warmth of his labored breath kiss across my lips.

I tilted my head up, my lips tingling as if begging him to kiss them as my pulse thrums in my ears.

His breathing had slowed, become more labored, more short and as he used his hand to pull me closer, it felt like he was trying his hardest to hold back.

Could he feel my heartbeat?

Could he hear my thoughts?

Does he know that-

A breathy gasp fluttered out of my lips when I felt him grow hard against my stomach. Hard and huge, pressing into my skin like he was warning me that he was about to claim me.

My skin buzzed and my juices flowed more heavily between my thighs.

"Ash-

I opened my mouth to speak but the words were cut off when a pair of warm lips pressed against mine. The sudden sensation caused a burst of tingles to race down my spine, my heart thrumming louder in my ears.

I moan, unable to help it as he tastes me, the tip of his tongue ghosting across my bottom lip to coax me to open my mouth. And I do.

I let him in. I let him claim me.

I let my best friend Ashton taste me.