Beautiful Souls

Chrystal Winter's life is about to change forever. Fleeing from her dark past and her former self, she finds her self making a small but successful living in sunny LA. Whereupon, she meets the young, wild force of nature that is Ashton Irwin. Immediately drawn to one another but for what reasons? Chrystal's heart isn't the only thing she's desperate to keep secret...


26. Chapter 25

Ashton lay on his back, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. The girl beside him was still in a deep slumber. He turned slowly to look at her. She was so beautiful. She was lying on her side, facing him, one hand tucked under her cheek. Her dark hair was sprawlded wildly across her pillow, and her small pink mouth was slightly parted. Even in sleep, there was something about her expression that said she was troubled somehow. The morning sun slowly began to fill her small bedroom. Ashton watched as it engulfed Chrystal's small body. He noticed how her hair had red in it when the sun touched it, he absent mindily took a lock of it between his fingers. The sun shone brightly onto her face, illumating her flawless skin. Normally, in this harsh light you'd be able to see someone's pores and wrinkles, but Chrystal's was perfectly smooth and even. Except from a small scar above her left eyebrow. Without thinking, he reached out to touch it. He breifefly wondered how she had gotten it. He didn't know much about the beautiful girl that lay beside him. 

He sighed, and proped himself up onto one elbow, still looking down at Chrystal. Her elegantly arched eyebrows pulled together as she frowned in her sleep. Ashton smiled as she moaned and turned her face away from the bright morning sun. For a moment he thought she had awakened, but she sighed once more and her breathing returned to its normal pattern.

Ashton rolled onto his back and resumed looking at the ceiling once again. What was he going to do? His thoughts were mostly of last nights events, and of how oddly Chrystal had acted. He wasn't stupid; he knew she felt for him. But what he couldn't understand is why she kept pushing him away? Why did she keep shutting down on him? He didn't even know what her job was- that's if she even has a job... He glanced around her small bedroom. No, she definitely has a job. He could tell by the furniture and by the linen of her soft bed sheets, that she had an expensive lifestyle. He suddenly realised that this is as close as he'd even been to her. In her bedroom. Full of her private things.

Slowly and feeling hyper aware of Chrystal sleeping beside him, he slipped out of bed. He was still naked from last night.

Last night.

A shudder went through him thinking of his mouth on Chrystal's body. His penis practically twitched at the thought. He smiled at the direction his thoughts had taken and shook his head. Concentrate, he told himself as he slipped his boxers on. He had to be thinking of the task at hand and not of that. He glanced nervously at Chrystal. Was she waking? No, still sleeping. He then turned his attention away from her and began to inspect the small room around him. 

The walls were a deep, smoldering red, except one which had elaborate gold designs. This wall was the one closest to him and possessed a large window which reached almost down the floor. He moved closer to the window, inspecting the designs. They made no sense. Some were some sort of symbols, some he thought he recognised, some were animals and some simple stars. They had no pattern. He ran his fingers across the gold swirls, they stood out from the wall. They'd been painted on. Just then, Ashton caught sight of a paint pot and various brushes to the left of him, in the corner next to the window. Does she paint? He glanced again at the sleeping girl, he knew so little about her.

He slowly crept towards a large wardrobe at the foot of her bed. It was dark oak, and it looked ancient, it was missing one metal handle. Slowly, he pulled one door open, it squeaking in protest. He froze and turned his head back to the bed, Chrystal hadn't moved an inch. He smiled and turned back to the wardrobe, pulling the other door open. Inside there was nothing but clothes and ridiculous amounts of shoes. He ran his hands along the soft fabrics, his hand stopping on a white silk item. It was his scarf. He pulled it out and brought it to his nose, inhaling her sweet scent. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he basked in the comfort of it. She had the most intoxicating scent; it was if he stepped out into a warm summers afternoon. He could practically feel the sun on his skin, the wind in his hair. And just the hint of her perfume. He sighed and opened his eyes again. He carefully put the scarf back where it belonged and closed the wardrobe, careful to avoid the squeaking. 

His eyes wandered around the rest of the small room. There was a dressing table against the wall furthest from him, it too was old looking. He tiptoed towards it. It was pristine and carefully organised. Various make up products dominated it's surface, the large mirror had a small crack in the bottom left corner. The chair tucked under the dresser was also beautifully old- dark oak, with a red velvet seat. Chrystal liked vintage, something new he had learned from his snooping. The rest of the room was incredibly tidy. There was a large bookcase which held a large quantity of books and small bedside table closest to Chrystal. He moved back towards the bed, when something strange caught his eye. The bedside table was small and had two drawers, the biggest of the two had a lock. Curious, he pulled gently at its handle, it did not budge. He pulled it a little harder, still nothing. It was locked. He wasn't surprised. Yet another secret Chrystal was hiding. 

He turned his attention back to the sleeping girl.
God, she was beautiful. 
Beautiful but mysterious. Ashton's eyebrows pulled together in frustration. It was obvious he couldn't force her to open up to him- all attempts had been futile. He was just going to have to wait patiently. His stomach twisted at the thought. What is she hiding? It was something so bad it sent her fleeing from him. He shook the thought from his head. He gently folded himself back into her bed, and wrapped an arm around her small body. She stirred, and let out a small moan, but she still slept soundly. He sighed sadly. He knew what he was going to do. He wouldn't ask her any more questions. He wouldn't speak of last night. He was going to wait. As much as it pained him, he would wait for her. She was worth it. He looked down at her once more. "You better be worth it," he whispered, planting a soft kiss on top of her head. 

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