The Best Mistake

"Ashlyn! Wake up!" I felt somebody violently shaking me before I shot up, breathing deeply. My eyes shot right to the window where- as expected- my window was opened wide.

"The window- close it," I said, trying to catch my breath again. Nash nodded, before stumbling over to the window and slamming it shut. "What time is it?"

Nash looked around my room. "3 AM," he said. I nodded, before getting up and turning my ceiling fan on high. I sat back on my bed, breathing heavily. "What the hell was that?"

"Why'd you open the window?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"I wanted to smoke and I didn't feel like going downstairs. I figured your parents would question if they smelled smoke in your room so I opened the window and smoked there," he explained.

I glared at him. "Where'd you put the cigarette?" I asked.

"I threw it to the street, don't worry," he said.

"And it made it there? All the way to the street?" I asked.

"Well, no, it didn't. But I tried," he said, shrugging. I scoffed, running my hand through my now damp hair. I quickly threw it up into a messy bun. "You look like shit."

I glared at him. "That's really weird, because I feel ecstatic," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked.

I licked my dry lips. "I have nightmares when the window's opened. I don't really know why," I said.

He snorted. "About dragons and bears?" he asked.

I glared at him. "It varies, actually," I said. "And they're far more intense than that."

"Oh? Like what?" he said, his voice challenging. I had a feeling he was being an asshole because he thought my 'nightmares' weren't as bad as his. As if it were really a competition.

"Well this one I saw my dad die in a car accident, you prick," I snapped.

He looked taken aback slightly. "Is that how he died?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah."

"Were you... were you there?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No," I said. "But whenever my nightmare consists of his death, he always dies the same exact way. Like I saw how it happened."

He was staring at me and when I met his eyes I didn't see sympathy or pity like I usually do whenever I speak of my dad's death; I saw understanding. "My mom was killed," he said quickly.

"What?" I asked, not sure if I heard him right.

"I... don't know why I just told you that," he said, looking straight ahead of him.

"What happened?" I asked.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "She was murdered when I was twelve," he said.

"Who killed her?"

He pursed his lips. "I don't know," he said. Something in his voice told me he was lying, but I didn't press it.

"You didn't kill her, did you?" I asked.

He snorted, before looking at me in all seriousness. "What do you think?" he asked.

Ask me a week and a half ago, I wouldn't have even hesitated with my answer, saying that Nash Carter killing his own mother was so likely it was scary. "No," I finally said.

"Good," he said, looking away. "'Cause I didn't." His face looked pained and I set my hand on top of his. He looked at it, before turning his hand to where our fingers were intertwined. He slowly looked up at my face. I brought my other hand up to run through his hair, so I could see his eyes. It quickly fell back in place, leaving only small spaces between strands of hair so I could see his beautiful eyes. His head leaned slightly toward mine. "This is a bad idea," he mumbled, but pulled our intertwined hands so they were resting on his thigh.

I leaned in further. "I know," I whispered, before brushing my lips against his. He kissed back a few seconds before deepening the kiss, loosening his hand from mine and bringing them to pull me closer by my neck. His mouth tasted purely of smoke- which wasn't exactly the most delicious taste- but mixed in with something else that tasted just like Nash, it was tolerable. I felt him bite down on my bottom lip, causing me to gasp as his tongue found it's way into my mouth. I moaned quietly when it brushed over the roof of my mouth.

Nash chuckled, pulling away and trailing kissing down my neck before dragging his teeth across my collarbone. I let out a sigh and I heard him breath out a laugh. He kissed his way up to below my ear, before biting there once again. "You've got no idea what you're getting yourself into, princess," he whispered.

I shivered as his breath hit my skin. I grabbed his face so he could look at me. "I like you, Nash. I don't know why, but I do," I whispered. "I'm willing to take a chance."

Nash chuckled darkly, before grabbing my wrists and pulling them away from his face slightly. "You're gonna regret this, Ashlyn," he said, dropping my arms to my side. He suddenly stood up and walked away a couple feet, facing the wall. I watched him as he rubbed his hands over his face and then through his hair. He turned around to me abruptly. "We're not doing this."

"Nash, I just told you-"

"I know what you told me," he snapped at me, before gritted his teeth. His voice was so calm when he spoke next, it almost scared me. "There's a lot you don't know, princess."