Ash wasn’t the ‘serious relationship’ type.

Let’s say it wasn’t his thing. He found it boring. A shame. He was a womanizer : leaving the nightclub with a new woman every weekend. He warned them every time though. He wasn’t that much of a dick. Yet it didn’t stop them from being disappointed when he asked them to leave his place in the morning.

He didn’t care about them.

And he should have felt the same about you.

You were aware, your friends warned you the first time when your eyes fell on him at the nightclub. ”He’s an asshole, don’t go near him, unless you want to end up broken like the other girls.”

But you were smart.

So much different.

Ash found you stunning. And he wasn’t bad either. Your type, actually, if you were being honest with yourself. And of course, with how experienced he was, nights with him were far from being boring.

Ash sometimes slept with the same woman many times. Without feeling attached. Yet it wasn’t the same with you. You guys met 3 weeks ago, and his sheets only had your scent. Not that you noticed, but he did. And it scared him. Because he never felt this way. It was the first time he felt different about someone. Sex with you wasn’t the same. It was better than it had been with any other girl. He found himself trying to give you pleasure more than trying to enjoy himself with your body. He even found himself doing things he never thought he would.

And that scared the hell out of him. So he held back. Kept it secret.

You woke up in his room, that still smelled like sex. Not the first time, and probably not the last one. Only dressed in panties and bra, you looked on your side. Ash was still asleep. He was lying on his back, hair messy, a tattooed and toned arm resting on his abs. His sweatpants were low on his hips, showing his v-line and the waistband of his boxers.

You grabbed your phone on the floor, next to the bed and laid back down. The movement caused Ash to wake up, who groaned and shut his eyes as he rubbed his face with his hands.