i don’t want to spend a minute, day, or hour with another, you’re my favorite kind of lover, wouldn't have it any other way
your head fell against ashton’s shoulder, humming along to the melody softly playing from the radio. he hardly reacted to your change in position, taking one hand off of the steering wheel and placing it on your knee, but keeping his amber eyes focused solely on the open road in front of him. since you had cracked the windows in the back, his hair ruffled against your forehead, and you could notice the subtle honey scent from his shampoo.
where were you going? wherever the wind wanted, really, and that was the best part. for the longest time, you had been on a mapped trip with ashton, a new city every night, go go go. you loved him, he loved the tour, he loved you, you loved being with him while he did what he loved. but tour was over, and suddenly, all the time in the world belonged to the two of you. the past months had been so hectic, it felt strange just lounging around home, and both of you knew that ashton’s travel bug would never really go away.
and so you both packed a few duffel bags, loaded up the hatchback and set off chasing the sun. the farther you drove, the clearer your brains got. you stopped when you wanted, explored the small towns and city corners, and when it was time for bed, you’d google the nearest motel and buy a room for the night. who knew where you’d end up, or when you’d come back. didn’t matter where you were; anywhere with ashton was home.
“hey now, honey,” ashton murmured after your eyes had closed. his fingers started tapping against your thigh to draw your attention away from sleep. “if you wanna turn in, find me a motel. you know that when you fall asleep, i fall asleep. let’s go, phone out.”
reluctantly, you pulled yourself up and picked your phone up from the cupholder and groaned tiredly as you searched. luckily for you, the nearest bed and breakfast was only about five minutes away, and in what looked like a pretty cute town. you’d explore it in the morning, but for now… a bed to lay down in with the love of your life next to you was the only thing on your mind.
it was a mom and pop kind of place, with what was clearly a daughter manning the desk. she definitely recognized ashton, but must’ve realized that he’d still be there in the morning. she rang us up with a smile and handed over the key to the nice room with a park view even though you had paid for the cheapest one in the corner. she told us it was on the house, as was breakfast in the courtyard the next morning and 24 hour coffee in the lounge.
the army green duffel had pajamas and toothbrushes, so that was the only one you needed. while you sifted through it looking for a pair of adidas shorts and a tank, ashton unmade the bed and took a very fast shower, so fast you knew he hadn’t washed his hair. must be saving that for tomorrow morning.
“so babe,” he said, after emerging from the bathroom. “i think i’m gonna run and get some coffee, i got this melody in my head and i wanna get back before the rain starts. i’ve been hearing thunder.”
“ash, you hear thunder all the time and it never rains,” you grumbled, situating the pillows underneath your head. “it’s dry season, it’s been weeks.”
“my wrist hurts,” he replied simply, pulling a new shirt over his head. “it twinges when there’s humidity, and it’s really been killing me.”
you bit your tongue instead of reminding him he was just in a steamy shower, and instead blew him a kiss as he jogged out the door. no matter how stubborn he was, god, you loved him, he made you smile. you were smiling, settling your back into the little dip in the bed. before you knew it, your eyes were falling closed, your fingers were curling up around the corner of the pillow, and you were out.
when ashton came back in, he swung the door open with the news on his lips that not only was coffee 24/7, but muffins were too. however, once his eyes fell onto your face, eyes closed, mouth only slightly ajar, he swallowed the news, rolling his eyes instead. he leaves you alone for a few minutes and you go ahead and fall asleep on him. it’s a good thing he loves you, he thought to himself, chuckling.
he bit into his muffin, sitting down in the chair in the corner of the room and pulling his laptop up. he quick jotted down the notes so far, and focused mostly on brainstorming matching chords. he put on his headphones, really getting lost in the music, when suddenly, in his peripheral vision, he saw you shoot up, looking around confusedly.
“love, what’s happening?” he asked, pulling one side of his headphones away from his ear.
“you didn’t hear that?” you asked groggily.
“massive thunderclap,” you answered. “guess your wrist was right, mr. weatherman.” he could literally hear the smile in your voice as you laid back down, which made him shut his laptop, set it on his bedside table, and climb in next to you. instinctually, your arm wound itself over his abdomen, and his arm wrapped up around your shoulders. he pulled you nice and close, planting a kiss on your temple before nestling his head into the pillow.
as he drifted off, all he could think of was that the two of you were really the perfect storm. he wouldn’t change it for the anything. he never thought he could take home all around the world, but now it was all he knew.
