I got to the studio just after nine.
I'd barely gotten any sleep last night. My lips felt swollen, and I was still smiling like an i***t.
Last night seemed to have jolted something loose in him.
This morning, right after I'd come downstairs and before I even had time to say good morning, Ashton shoved me against the hallway wall and kissed me like we were trying to break a record.
Thirty minutes. I counted.
By minute twenty-two, my knees were gone.
By minute twenty-eight, my vision blacked out for a second.
I nearly passed out in his arms and he still didn't stop until I shoved him away.
After breakfast, I tried sneaking out.
He caught me at the door, pressed me against it, and spent ten more minutes recreating the pleasantly numbing sensation.
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