Sorry for the lack of updates, here's a little one (that I'm not happy with anyway) - I'm writting the next part now.
As always, thanks for all the feedback!
It was a long night, I didn't try to sleep, I think I was too scared that something could happen to Ashley whilst I was asleep. The idea of something happening to her was bad enough without the added thought that I would be in the same room as her at the time, completely unaware of her affliction.
Plus I was content just to lie next to her, watching her sleep.
She stirred a few times during the night – never fully waking from her slumber – but in distress, so I rocked her back to sleep and held her tightly until I was sure that she was safe in her own unconscious mind. Hoping that her own mind was a safe enough place for her to be.
As I watched her throughout the night, I thought about how deeply moving to Los Angeles and meeting Ashley has affected me. I didn't just think about Ash, I thought about Clay and Glen, and how happy they both were, I thought about mum and dad and all the new friction that seemed to be plaguing their seemingly happy marriage. I thought about Madison and her army of cheerbitches, I thought about Aiden and how many different sides to his personality I'd seen since I first met him and I thought that there might be a dormant gay aspect to him hiding beneath his jock-exterior. Then Ashley would start to whimper in her sleep and I'd cradle her body in my arms and gently rock her back to a peaceful slumber, and I'd start to think about her again.
I thought about her dad and her mum and how much she loved and hated them, I thought about her resentment towards family because of the lack of love she received from her parents. I thought about what happened on her date with Kelly and the different aspects of the night that would have been mirrored in my date with the brunette.
Thoughts of how many different girls Ashley had been intimate with filled my mind and my gut started to fill with jealously. I hated the idea of anyone else being with her, but I kept reminding myself that any girl or guy that she had been intimate with, she had only been physically intimate with, and that I was the only person she had ever been emotionally intimate with – which helped my jealously a little. I hoped that I was the only one she had been emotionally intimate with at least, because I wanted Ashley to be mine. All mine.