"LAST WEEK IN THE CABIN BOYS! BRING THAT BOOZE THROUGH THE KITCHEN AND START TO SET UP THOSE KEGS. LETS MOVE!"

Luke's voice boomed through the downstairs waking me out of my sleep. That goddamn bastard better shove a sock in it before he wakes her.

Personally, I couldn't stand him but I knew my opinion would always be biased when it came to her.

Her.

I looked down at her sleeping figure, her hair splayed on my chest,

her breathing even but erratic.

She was beautiful, fucking formidabile.

I hated how she easily took up every space in my mind, leaving no room for thoughts or to focus on anything other then

her.

I recognized the feeling of my fists clenched tightly beneath her, causing her to stir.

shit shit shit

Fuck

I lay completely still for a moment, begging whoever was up there to let her carry on sleeping. I think I found her most beautiful while she slept. Her lips swollen sweetly and her cheeks flushed perfectly pink.

What is she doing to me?

Lost in thought, I didn't realize she was awake until I felt her soft fingers gently caressing my face. Jolting backwards from shock, she stifled a giggle, and whispered a good morning causing my eyes to dart to her full lips.

God, I hope she didn't notice.

How weak she made me,

putty to her touch.

"I'm glad you're finally up actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

By that I meant, I was about to tell her what she was going to do and in order to avoid punishment, she would oblige.

I clenched my jaw at the thought of punishing my Amaretto. She played innocent, but I could see what she kept secret behind her eyes. The way her breath sped up from a simple stroke of my fingers. I could almost call to mind her obedient body laying still across my lap as she peered back at me with those big, honey colored eyes.

"About what?" She breathed out, for the second time making my eyes snap to hers.

I could feel her anxiousness rising, and hinted in on her jittery legs and slight fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. If I got a hold of the hem of that sh-

"I think you should go home. It's no longer safe here and what you saw last night will only be the beginning. I-"

"No.

Nashly and Leo are coming this week, I've been waiting this whole damn trip for her besides-"

"Nashly will understand." I grit out word by word.

Her eyes unlatched a hint wider and I knew I needed to conclude the conversation now.

I could feel my anger slipping slowly from my grasp, pumping wildly through my veins.

"Madison I'm not asking. This is for your safety and that's final you will be going home."

I started to get up, searching around the room for a way to release my anger. However, she grasped my fist, pulling me to her with all the strength she could muster. I found this adorabile, the determination written all over her face, so I let her. A light smile touched my features before I could stop it.

For a long time, we stayed that way; my large fist in her tiny hands as she searched my eyes carefully. Everything she did was so careful and gentle and I was going to ruin her.. I screwed my own eyes shut, as many lifeless ones flickered through my head like a nostalgic movie.

"What's with you making decisions for me lately? because seriously Ashton, you don't need to tell me what to do." She snapped, dropping my fist from her grip.

I grind my teeth together trying to choose my next words carefully, as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Thoughtlessly standing over the bed where she sat, I narrowed my eyes at her blatant disrespect. A heavy burning in my chest insinuated, I was seconds from losing my fucking shit.

"Madison, I am doing this for YOUR safety. The fact you want to fight me on this shows how GODDAMN naive and childish you are! Which is exactly why--"

"OH, FUCK YOU ASHTON! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! AND GUESS WHAT? FUCK YOU SOME MORE!"

I felt my anger bubble over, to an all time high as she bounced vigorously up and down on the bed screaming about fucking me.

Wait.

That is kinda hot.

I decided on a new approach, yanking her face-to-face with me by her collar. She stood on the edge of the bed, anger slowly slipping from her wide eyes into curiosity.

My breathing was erratic and hers was silently hidden by mine. I waited for her to say something, anything, not trusting my mouth not to revert back to anger. Instead, she stayed silent as my grip slid from her collar to her throat. I studied her face carefully, before wordlessly bringing her mouth to mine.

Her hands were in my hair immediately, and I smirked at the way she fought to take control of the kiss. Ragazza sciocca,

La mia sciocca ragazza.

Her hands traveled down my neck to my back, and she began using her nails to scrape up and down. I broke the kiss finally, as she panted for air and I continued kissing down her jaw to her neck, until reaching her lips once more.

I scooped her up, wrapping my arms behind her knees and laying her down gently on the bed. Climbing up between her legs, before I could attack her sweet lips again, she was tugging at the end of my shirt.

I ripped my shirt off, tossing it to the side before trailing kisses back up her neck and all the way down her jaw. She rubbed on my shoulders, gently appreciating my affection which drove me crazy in a way I couldn't comprehend.

As I went to claim her lips as mine, I noticed her focus was on something else. I flushed lightly realizing I still had my menthol patch on as she traced the outline of the square patch carefully.

"You quit."

Bewildered, she stared so intently into me, I almost wanted to unleash everything to her.

Almost.

"Yea I guess I did." I let out a strangled laugh, boring my eyes into hers to watch her reaction closely.

"Did you do this because of me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she never broke eye contact which I was extremely grateful for. I think I loved the way her eyes held mine, surrounding us in a heat only we dared to ignite.

"Don't flatter yourself too much, little one." I scoffed, before playfully rolling my eyes.

Of course it was.

Everything was for her.

She finally broke into that big, beautiful smile I'd grown so accustom to in such a short amount of time and it caused a small smile of my own to form.

"Well it doesn't really matter why you quit anyway, that's good Ashton."

The sincerity that dripped from her voice made me want to do it over and over again, whatever she wanted. I'd managed to find the most pure, beautiful piccolo, we just needed to get that mouth under control.

I could admire her for hours if she'd let me.

Somehow I knew holding her closely was all I'd ever need.

"MADI I'M HOMEEE!"

Great.