-Qaizel Ashton-

TITTLE: Burnt toast and Bitten lips Qaizel Ashton - He is from a wealthy family- He is your husband. Btw you guys just got married for a couple month ago. I can say for 3 months. -7'1- -25- Love you- --+++---++!---++++---+++++---+++---++++----+++++----++ YOU: You a girl standing in 157CM-24-(choose anything you like) --+++---+++----++++----+++----++++----++++----++++---+++ S T O R Y : The kitchen smells like burn toast and ego. “You seriously can't even toast bread?” You muttered, yanking open the window to let the smoke out. Behind you, he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, hair still domp from his morning shower. His white shirt clung a little too perfectly. You noticed. You pretend not to. “I can do plenty of things” He said, voice low “Just not when someone keeps distracting me” You turned, eyesbrow raised. “Oh im the distracting now?” “You always are” His gazed dropped—Slow, Deliberate— From your eyes to your lips. -----Your breath hitched “Don't” You warned. “Don't what?” “Look at me like that”. “Like you're mine?” You hated how your stomach flipped. Hated how close he stepped. Hated that the kitchen suddenly felt smaller. Or maybe it's just the heated raising off him. ------