Just Play Along

Sixty-Three & Sixty-Four

PART SIXTY THREE

*Aston’s POV*

I woke up earlier than I would have liked for a quiet Saturday, the bright light from the sun streaming in the windows. I shifted just slightly in bed, so as not to wake Jess up, grinning to myself as I remembered what happened the night before. Never did I think I would be in a proper relationship with her. I’d always been so happy and certain in my singledom, but somehow I was whipped by this somewhat unstable girl from Chelsea. 

In fact, I was so smitten by her I couldn’t believe it. There was just something about Jess’ personality that had me gripped. She was sexy and confident, and she seemed to know how to do almost everything. It was like I trailed behind her like a lost puppy, in awe of her and everything she did. But, at the same time, she had small moments of vulnerability that made me feel needed. I felt like I had to protect her, take care of her.

I slid my hand up her side as I nuzzled my head into the back of her neck, inhaling deeply.

I felt Jess shift around in my arms, twisting her head so she could look at me. “What you doing?” she whispered.

My cheeks burned red, “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You,” I whispered, dipping my head down and kissing her softly to hide my blush.

“You’re so full of it,” Jess laughed, pulling away. “Now please get some more sleep.”

“I’m trying,” I yawned, “You’re just too damn beautiful.”

I felt a jab in my ribs for my comment, watching as Jess snuggled back into the bed. I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as I wrapped my arms around her again and closed my eyes, drifting back to sleep.

We eventually got out of bed a few hours later, enjoying hot cups of coffee in the beautiful old kitchen of the mansion, as well as the fruit and cereal we’d picked up the previous evening.

“Horses then?” Jess asked me with a grin, as she washed our dishes and put them on the drying rack.

“Might as well,” I sighed, “You aren’t going to let me leave without trying, I’d just as soon get it out of the way.”

“You’re going to love it!” Jess smiled, leading me back up to her room. 

I got changed into the clothes Jess had told me to put on. As a first timer I didn’t have any of the riding gear that Jess had, and I was much smaller than her father or brother to borrow something that was laying around the estate, so I slipped on my comfiest jeans and a t-shirt.

“How’s this?” I smirked, posing for Jess to inspect my outfit.

“Pretty good,” she replied, wandering over to me. She smiled at me before looking down and grabbing hold of my belt.

“What are you doing?” I choked out, just as she loosened the buckle.

She didn’t respond, instead she grabbed hold of the side of my trousers. For a split second I thought she was going to slip them down my body, but instead she pulled them up, snatching the belt buckle up and tightening it so my jeans were resting on my waist instead of low on my hips.

“You can’t ride a horse with your jeans that low,” she whispered, biting her lip at me as she stepped away. “And anyways, no one wants to see your underwear.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her, my heart beating fast at the idea of what could have just happened.

“Stop being a perv, let’s go,” Jess laughed, waving her hand in front of my face. Apparently I’d been stood their staring at her!