Chapter 8 Riley's Pov

• Riley's POV
• Ash's lips were on mine. He was kissing me and I just stood there in shock. How long have I dreamed of this? How long did I wish this would happen and when it finally did I was frozen in shock.
• I was having a very wild dream. One with Ash hugging me as I slept comfortably in his arms and snuggled up against him as his scent enveloped me. It was like a blast from the past and I did not want to wake up from the dream. Too bad I had to do so because I had to use the toilet and frankly speaking, the dream had been too good to be true. I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room but damn, the bed was comfortable. I took in the clothes I was wearing and it was only then did I realize the reason why his scent was so strong. That woodsy scent did things to me. I swallowed and walked downstairs for a cup of water when I saw Ash seated on the floor. He looked extremely drunk. Scratch that, he was drunk. And as luck would have it, drunk Ash was kissing me at the moment. Something I had dreamt of for days. Something I had longed for and now, I stood shocked, frozen to the ground because as much as I wanted to open up for him to have his way with me, this was not how I wanted it to go. This was also how I dreamt the kiss would happen.
• I summoned the little strength I had and pushed him away from me. Ash stumbled and blinked in surprise. Yeah, he wasn't the only person surprised at the moment. I was also surprised I could muster the strength to push him away.
• "What…." He started but I interrupted him.
• "You are drunk," I said to him matter of factly.
• "Well, yes. I know that."
• "You are going to regret this tomorrow so you should stop here.". I told him.
• Ash blinked in surprise. It was like he never expected me to say something like that to him.
• "So?"
• "We better stop this now. You don't like me, Ash. You made that clear." I said to him and he laughed as he sat back on the floor.
• I frowned. "What's so funny?"
• "You think I don't like you?" He asked me.
• I frowned again. I knew he did not like me. There was no way he did, especially after that day he walked out of our shared home. He never called or even texted me. Nothing at all. So yes, I know he doesn't like me. Even if he tries to pretend he does.
• "Let's not play games with each other okay? You are drunk and I'm not drunk. At least one of us has to be reasonable in this situation. We better not do anything that we may likely regret for the rest of our lives." I said to him,
• "Yeah right. Just tell me the truth. You already have a boyfriend and you don't want to kiss me." He said but then shook his head and continued.
• "No, that can't be true. You can never be faithful to anyone, at least not to me. Perhaps instead, you just don't want to kiss me because you dislike it. I was never a good kisser or a good lover. You said so yourself." He told me.
• It felt like a slap across my cheek and a really painful one. How had I been so stupid? Did I really say those words to him? Was I that much of a bitch that I told him that? No wonder he disliked me. No wonder he sought comfort in the hands of another.
• I crouched down to his level and looked into his wavering gaze. He was drunk. There was no way he was going to remember this. There was no way he would be able to remember this at least I continued chanting it to myself because of what I wanted to do. Ash elicited things in me that nobody could ever do. Sure he was bad at it at first, sex I mean. He was bad at it at first…okay he was really bad. Ash had been a virgin when I first met him. His first kiss and first everything had been with me.
• "Is that really what you think of me?" I asked him.
• "Think?" He chuckled again.
• "I fucking know it. I know you." He told me.
• "Are you sure about that?" I asked him.
• "Of course."
• "Then you also have an idea about what I'm going to do next?" I asked in a sultry voice.
• I knew it was wrong to seduce someone drunk. I knew he wasn't in his right senses. He wasn't thinking we'll but I had this longing in me that I just needed to soothe with a touch of his lips on mine. Just one more. One more time, I kept on chanting to myself as I placed my mouth on his.
• Ash froze at first but then grinned before kissing me back. It was unlike the first kiss we shared some moments ago. This was filled with pure lust for each other. I wrapped my hand around his neck and drew him close. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel our connection. I just wanted more. More of everything. More of Ash, more of this moment without him being drunk. Just more of whatever I could grasp from him.
• He bit my bottom lip as I settled on his legs. He was already hard and the feel of it against me made me more wet and turned on than I had been in ages. I don't know how long we continued. But I do know I never wanted it to stop. Too bad all dreams must come to an end because the next thing I knew, Ash was pushing me away from his legs.
• I turned to him in surprise to find him staring at me with a hard gaze. He stood up from the ground immediately and moved upstairs to my room or rather, the room I had been sleeping in and placed my bag on the couch. He continued his walk and the next thing I knew, my clothes were being placed in front of me.
• "Ash…"
• "No. No. I was drunk and this was all a fucking mistake. Take your clothes and your bag and leave. And never call me or even drunk text me or anything. I want nothing to do with you, Riley." He said to me with that same hard gaze.
• "It's two o'clock in the morning. You don't expect me to be able to get home from here by this time right?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
• "I'll…" he cussed loudly then turned to me.
• "First thing in the morning, I don't want to see your face and don't even think you would see me at your bar slash…"
• "Just call it what it is, Ash. No need to be so offensive." I said to him,
• "I have no idea what it is." He said to me truthfully.
• "Nightclub? As smart as you are you couldn't think of that?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
• "Do try to change the topic." He said to me in anger.
• "What topic? The one where you were sending me out of your home?"
• "Yes, how about we get back to that? I don't want to see you in my home again, Riley."
• "You brought me here."
• "Because I had no idea where you live and you sleep like the dead."
• I laughed. "you have no idea where I live?"
• "Not everyone keeps track of you, oh so great one." He said mockingly.
• "Wow, oh so smart one. Did you bother to check if it was the previous house we were living in?" I asked him.
• "What?"
• "I never moved, Ash," I said to him as I picked up my things.
• "I'll leave at the first sight of daybreak," I told him and went back upstairs. The water I had come down for was now forgotten.
• Did it hurt that he had no idea that I would still be living in the house we bought together? Yes, yes it did. But I wouldn't cry about it though. I'm a big girl and big girls don't cry about little things like that.
• Oh, who am I fooling? I may as well be a little girl when it comes to Ash. It hurt that he never even thought that I would be living in that house and I had stayed back for him and for the memories we shared in that house. Both the good ones and the bad ones. And also, I held out hope that he would come back one day.
• Fuck me.
• I lay restless on the bed and from the first site of daybreak. I wore my clothes but still had Ash's shirt with me. I could keep a souvenir because I knew this wouldn't happen again. I had no idea if he saw me or not, I couldn't say I cared. I made my journey back to my home, our previous home and collapsed on the bed.
• What a night.