Living With My Crush Episode 10

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(????‍❤️‍???? He Is My Brother Best Friend ❣️)

(???? I Can’t Just Sleep On Someone’s Chest!????)

???? Rachel pov ????

I told Ashton, “There’s one thing we can do.”

“What?” asked Ashton.

I said to him, “We can sleep together.”

“WHAT!?!?” he exclaimed in shock.

I wondered that why he was shocked. Then, I realized what I had just said.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” I started defending myself.

“I didn’t mean it in that way.” After hearing me, Ashton seemed to relax.

I slowly said to him, “What I meant to say was that we can share our blankets.”

Ashton looked at me as ifI had grown ten heads. Okay, that was too much of exaggeration. He shook his head.

“That would be so inappropriate.”

“Ashton, we’ll just be sharing blankets. There’s nothing wrong in that,” I told him. I exited his room and went to my room to get all the blankets.

After getting all the blankets, I exited the room and went to Ashton’s room. I put all the blankets on the bed. I, then, lay on the double-sized bed beside Ashton.

He watched me, speechless. I was lying on the far left side of the bed and he was lying on the far right side. so there was lot of space between us. So that there would be no possible body contact.

I put all the blankets over us and turned my face away from Ashton. He switched off the lights. When the lights were off, I heard Ashton move under the blankets. I tried to turn around quietly as possible but I knew that I was making lot of noise.

When I finally turned around, I saw that Ashton’s back was towards me. I really wanted to touch him! Okay, I really need to control myself. Sleeping on the same bed with him doesn’t mean that I can touch him. He would totally freak out!

So I decided to close my eyes and sleep.

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Next morning…

❤️‍???? Ashton’s ❤️‍????

I felt as if something was on my chest. I opened my eyes and realized that Rachael’s head was on my chest. She had wrapped her arms around me and I too had wrapped my arms around her. Her leg was Wrapped around my waist.
How did we manage to be in such a position?

As far as I can remember, there was so much space between us last night, then how did we come this close to each other?

Rachael was sleeping peacefully in my arms, breathing steadily. I moved her hair from her face. And now I was staring at her beautiful face.

God, she’s so beautiful!

Even if her hair looked like a mess, she still looked beautiful. She looked like an angel.

My angel.

She was in my arms and I was feeling a need to protect her, to keep her safe from all the dangers of the world. As I looked at her peaceful face, I felt guilty. Guilty of keeping secrets from her.

If she comes to know what “job” I do, then she would probably hate me for keeping such a secret from her. And I don’t want her to hate me.

Because I like her. I really, really, REALLY like her! I can’t even think about living my life without her.

Last night, when we slept together on the same bed, I was so happy! I felt as ifI was on cloud nine!

But even if we slept on the same bed, I didn’t get an opportunity to touch her! Actually, I had lots of opportunities to touch her, but I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.

And when we are talking about “touching”, I mean in a good way, not like violating her.

I just wanted to hold her hand throughout the night!

But I’m really happy that she is peacefully sleeping in my arms. It feels good.

I started to stroke her arm. I heard her moan.
I guess she liked it.

When I was touching her arm, I felt tingles and sparks. And it felt so damn good! I wish I could hold Rachael like this forever.

But it wasn’t possible.

The angel in my arms slowly opened her eyes.

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???? Rachael’s pov ????

I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing that I saw was a chest. A well toned chest.

Whose chest it was? I didn’t care. It was doing a very good job of the pillow as my head was lying comfortably on whose ever chest it was.

I closed my eyes to return back to sleep.

Wait a minute!

I can’t just sleep on someone’s chest!

I felt the chest vibrating. I opened my eyes and looked up at the person on whose chest I had my head on.

And that person was Ashton.

The memory of last night was coming back to me. I remembered sleeping with Ashton on the same bed and my desire to touch him! My cheeks started to turn red!

As I looked back at my crush, I saw that he had an amused expression on his face. He must be feeling like laughing after seeing the bird’s nest on my head. I tried to comb my hair by using my fingers.

As I was combing my hair, my gaze fell on Ashton’s waist. I saw a leg wrapped around his waist. And that leg belonged to me.

My cheeks turned redder. I removed my leg from his waist.
How did my leg end up there?

I tried to get up but in the process, I hit Ashton’s jaw with my head.

“Owww!” we both exclaimed in pain.

He was rubbing his jaw while I was rubbing my head. After a few seconds, Ashton started rubbing my head too.

“Are you okay?” he asked while he continued to rub my head.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I told him.

“Are you okay?”

He smiled at me and said, “Yeah.”

We continued to sit on the bed with silence.

Why were we silent?

I tried to break the silence by saying, “Good morning?”

To start a day, what’s better than to say “Good morning” but in our case, how can I call the morning good when my head hit Ashton’s jaw?

Ashton laughed. “Good morning” he said.

“Did you sleep well?”

Very well.

“Yes. What about you?”

“Me too,” he replied.

“Okay then, I should get going to my room,” I told him.
He nodded and I exited his room.

Ill always remember this day because of all embarrassing things and also because of all wonderful things.

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Two years ago.

Today is Ashton’s birthday! He turned nineteen! Im really excited for the party!

Well, it’s kind of a get-together. There won’t be a lot of people, only close friends of Ashton.

I was having a hard time deciding what to wear. I know that it isn’t my birthday, but I wanted to look good in front of my crush.

After arguing with myself on what to wear, I decided to go for denim jeans and a Batman shirt. Ashton loves Batman and so do I.

Batman is my favorite hero!

After getting ready and applying a little make-up, Michael and I set off towards Ashton’s house.

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We reached Ashton’s house. I can see only a few cars parked near his house which means only few people will be present to celebrate his birthday.

Every year, it’s the same scene. Only the same people come to celebrate his birthday. Why is that so?

He’s handsome and intelligent. He’s the whole package! Then why do only few people come to celebrate his birthday? It always seems like a private affair.

Michael knocks on the door and Ashton himself answers.

Michael hugs him and says, “Happy Birthday, man.”

“Thank you, man.”

When they are finished hugging each other,

Michael enters the house. I move forward towards Ashton and say, “Happy birthday.” “Thank you,” he says with a smile.

I enter his house. His house is neat as usual with a few decorations here and there. His friends are in the sitting room along withMichael, talking.

Ashton and Michael have same friends so when it’s Michael’s birthday, we invite the same people that Ashton has invited.

When I enter the sitting room, the people there greet me. I too greet them. There is music playing in the background.

The people are drinking something in their red cups.
Maybe beer?

I don’t get a red cup because I’m sixteen, not legal enough to drink. And did I mention that I’m the youngest among the group present here?

All the people are around eighteen-nineteen.

And I’m the kid here.

One of Ashton’s friends asks me about my life.

I tell him that I’m enjoying my life. But the truth is my life sucks. My life is really boring.

I wish interesting things could happen in my life. The only thing interesting in my life is Ashton.

I am really grateful of Michael to befriend such a great guy like Ashton.

I continued to talk to Ashton’s friend. His name is Mark. He’s hot but his hotness cannot be compared to Ashton’s.

I was talking to Mark but my eyes were on Ashton, who was talking to Sandra.

Sandra is one of the closest friends of both Ashton and Michael. They three are like Harry, Ron and Hermione from the

Harry Potter Series. They have a very great friendship. I just have to figure out who’s Harry and who’s Ron among Ashton and Michael.

Ashton and Sandra are very close friends. I don’t know how much close.

Whenever I see them talking to each other, I feel jealous. I shouldn’t be jealous because Ashton is not my boyfriend but he’s my crush!

And I can’t help the fact that I become jealous!

It comes naturally whenever I see any girl with Ashton!
Right now, Im feeling jealous seeing them talk and laugh. I just want Sandra to vanish into thin air!

But I’m not that lucky enough that God will listen to me.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” suggested one of Ashton’s friends.

“Yeah,” everyone agreed.

What?! Why does everyone love that game? I dread that game.

On every get-together like this, we play “Truth or Dare.” I know how crazy the minds of people can go while playing this game. I have a list of all the crazy questions that these people ask and a list of all the stupid dares that these people are ready to do.

In short, this game is scary!

But every time, I’m lucky. Whenever it’s my turn, people ask mne decent questions or tell me to do decent dares. That’s because I’m the youngest among them. They go easy on me. And I’m really grateful to God for that!

Otherwise, I cannot imagine playing this game with these crazy people!

All the people sat on the floor in a circle.

There were seven people in total. Mark was sitting beside me. Ashton was sitting across me. Sandra and Michael were sitting alongside him.

“Before we start the game, I would like to introduce you all to some of the rules of the game,” Sandra started saying.

“When the bottle points to a person after spinning, he or she will have to choose truth or dare. And that person cannot back out after listening to the question or the dare. He or she will have to answer the question or do the dare.

Questions or the dares can be suggested by any person.” “And if the person chooses truth, next time he or she will have to choose dare. That means, that person will have to choose truth and dare alternatively. So, these are the rules of the game. Let’s enjoy!”

When Sandra finished telling the rules, she put a bottle in the centre of the circle and spins it. Everyone was watching the bottle spinning and after a few seconds the bottle was coming to a stop. Everyone was watching in excitement while I was watching in fear.

Please, don’t let it be me! Please, don’t let it be me! I chanted this mantra in my head.

The bottle stopped spinning.

I looked at the bottle.

The bottle was pointing at me.

Damn it.

Sandra looked at me and asked,

“Truth or dare?”

TO Be Continued