Merry Christmas Ashleigh!

Ashleigh's POV

When we got back to my house, Daniel and I carried loads of clothes in from the car and to the guest bedroom.

"Ugh. Did I really need this much?"

"Yes." I answered him without pause.

"Alrighty then."

When I opened up the closet door of the guest bedroom, I was shocked to find that I had more clothes in there than I thought I had.

"Er…This could be a problem." There was absolutely no room. At all. Whatsoever.

"Oh well, looks like we have to return all this usel—"

"Don't. Even. Go. There." I cut Daniel off with a sharp look. He looked at me in shock for a few seconds before smiling in amusement. I smiled back, realising how insanely crazy woman that sounded, and giggled once before returning to the closet. I inspected it from every angle, but there was just no way these clothes would fit.

"Ah, well. I've got plenty of room in my main closet. Come on." I picked up shopping bags and headed to my room, with Daniel following close behind.

I opened my closet door and pushed all my clothes to one side to make room for Daniel's. After that, I started taking clothes out of bags and ripping off the tags. After hanging up a few items of clothing right after getting all the tags off, I got a better idea.

"Actually…you know what will work better?" I picked up the bags and carried them to my bed and sat down. I'd untag all the clothes first and then put them on the hangers on the closet. It would work easier.

Daniel walked over with his half of clothes and sat down also. We took off tags in silence for a few minutes before he spoke.

"So, did you have fun picking out all my clothes?"

"Of course. Shopping is fun. I'm not even gonna ask if you had fun cos I know the answer is no. That's okay, I guess. I mean, you're male. But it was important to get you some hot clothes, and that's what we did. So it's all good."

Daniel smiled at my slight rambling. "Okay." I smiled sheepishly and returned to detagging the clothes.

Seventeen minutes later, Daniel and I had taken all the tags off the clothes and I grabbed them and walked to the closet to hang them up.

"Do you want some help with that?" Daniel asked.

I waved him away from the closet. "Nah, I got it. You rest…I know you didn't enjoy the shopping trip like I did." He laughed slightly.

"That's true."

I smiled even though he couldn't see me and concentrated on hanging up all the clothes in a nice order. Once I realised I had my back turned to Daniel and he was still sitting on my bed, my thoughts from earlier in the day came trickling back into my brain. Hmm… Ah, why was I thinking that way? Isn't that kind of inappropriate? I mean, he's my boyfriend, but still. I bet he doesn't imagine things… Well, it's not like I'm acting on them or anything. I'm still, I don't know, rusty at this? I guess. It's been over 200 years since I've done any of this. Until Daniel, I hadn't even gone out on any dates since Caleb died… And he and I had shared everything together, and now it was all new to me again. Although, how much could things change? Hopefully not a lot. I don't even know how much experience Daniel has.

Oh, what am I thinking?? Things are not going to progress like that. It's a wonder I even know how to kiss properly anymore. OH CRAP! What if I don't? What if I've been kissing him wrong all this time? I wouldn't know. Obviously I can't have bad breath, but what if I was too soft? Too hard? Have I ever bitten his lip? Did I not use tongue when I was supposed to? Wow…I could have been doing this wrong the whole time and I would never know. I thought kissing was a pretty easy thing to remember, and I thought I was doing well, I mean it felt great. But what if I had been doing something wrong? Daniel would never tell me. Oh man, oh man, oh man. This is not cool.

Ugh, and I had been looking forward to getting done with these clothes and then maybe just hanging out with Daniel, talking or kissing, or both. But now, I don't know! What if I am horrible at it? Oh my, I can't believe this is happening.

Suddenly I looked down at my hands. During my mind rant, I had been working overtime and now I was done with the clothes. I glanced over my shoulder slightly to see Daniel still sitting on my bed, staring at something on the opposite wall. I quickly turned my head back around and gulped. Here goes…

I spun around and walked back to my bed, trying to seem nonchalant and innocent. Instead, I ended up almost tripping over my bin on the way. Oh what the hell! Vampires aren't supposed to trip, you idiot. And that's one sure way to make Daniel think something's up. You know, you're so friggin' frustrating sometimes, Ashleigh! Crap..stop talking to yourself, you sound crazy.

"You done with the clothes already?" Daniel asked with a slightly bewildered tone as I sat down across from him on my bed.

"Uh yeah… Apparently."

"Hm. Guess you really didn't need my help after all."

"Nope, I didn't." We laughed softly. I bit my lip and darted my eyes away from his face, realising I had been staring at him. At the same time, Daniel blinked and looked down at the bed sheepishly. Had he been staring at me too? Nah.

Oh man, is this going to turn into one of those awkward moments? Dammit, why am I so stupid?

"You know…" Daniel started, then trailed off. He frowned, sighed, and started again.

"Ashleigh, you know I think you're really cool, right?" He scooted closer to me slightly, seemingly hesitant and weighing my reaction.

What to say? Oh, I'm a vampire, I'm naturally cool. No. I think you're cool too. No. Why thank you kind sir. No! Argh…

"Pfft. You just like my English accent." I smiled coolly. Aw, hell..I did not just go with that line. For heaven's sake, Ashleigh, you're not cool. Why do you try?

Daniel smiled and scooted closer again. "Maybe. But that's not all I like about you."

What? "Oh really?" I asked. He kept scooting closer as he and I said those sentences. Now he was almost in front of my face, with his legs folded sideways behind him and his left arm propping him up on the bed. I was sitting in a similar fashion, hanging my legs off the bed and laying diagonally with my right arm propped behind my ear.

"Mmhmm," he murmured as leaned forward with his eyes closed, reaching his free arm out to caress my hair gently before kissing me softly.

The slight feeling was so passionate, so electrifying that I gasped before I could catch myself. Daniel started to pull away, but I leaned forward and continued the kiss. It was so perfect. So soft, so light…It left me craving more.

Simultaneously, Daniel and I leaned off of our arms and began sitting up into cross-legged positions, still keeping our lips locking. He placed his hands on my back gently and pulled me towards him. I went willingly, with a sigh. We kissed slowly and softly, just gently caressing each other's lips with care and love. Daniel lightly pressed the tip of his tongue to the center of my bottom lip. I shivered involuntarily and pressed myself closer to him. His arms wrapped around my back gently and pulled me closer to him, leaning back slightly. I allowed him to pull me back and leaned into him, pressing him down against my bed until I was laying on top of him. We didn't break the kiss the entire time. That was a good thing about vampires, you don't need to stop for air.

"Ashleigh," Daniel murmured and pushed some of my hair back.

"Mm, Daniel." I traced my fingers along his chest. Holy crap, I could feel his soft muscles though his shirt. He looked so sexy without his shirt on earlier today, I thought vaguely. Before I knew it, my hand had glided down his stomach and started sliding up his shirt slowly, exposing his abs. Daniel leaned forward slightly and unwrapped his arms from around me to pull his shirt off. When he lifted it over his head, our lips disconnected and I looked down.

"Wow," I gulped. His skin was so smooth, so perfect. He had muscles, he had abs, but his stomach was flat and his muscles didn't stick out like some do. He was just….Wow.

I quickly returned my lips back to his and kissed him with more pressure than last time. This kiss was more passionate, more heated, more rushed, more desperate. Our lips moved quickly in perfect sync, lighting up all sorts of new fires and creating intense feelings. Daniel muttered softly, his arms wrapped around me again, pulling me closer every few seconds. I let my fingers lazily brush along the sides of his torso with one hand, and dug my other hand into his soft lush hair. When he dragged his fingers up my back and back down again, I shivered slightly and pressed closer to him automatically. He knotted his fingers into my hair gently, pressing his tongue to my lip again. I opened my mouth slightly and let his tongue travel in. He did so hesitantly, feeling around small spaces at a time.

Damn, was this what it was like kissing Caleb? Did it ever feel this good? I can't remember. I can't think of anything right now except Daniel. His lips kissing mine. His hands on me. His bare chest underneath me. The feel of him, the feel of being with him, the feel of being on him. It all overwhelmed my brain and my senses. I never wanted this to end.

As we kissed, Daniel's hands wandered from my back to my sides, slowly sliding my shirt up as his fingers traced across my skin. Slowly, he began to purposefully pull my shirt up and I allowed him to slid it off of me. I heard his intake of breath once he got my shirt removed, but I had my eyes closed. I didn't want to know if it was a good gasp or a bad one. I didn't want to see him looking at me.

His lips quickly crashed against mine and moved in passion, his tongue sliding over my lips gently. I sighed in contentment as I knotted the fingers of one hand into his hair, and traced the wonderful lines of his chest muscles with my other hand. Daniel shivered underneath me and pressed his hips up into mine, gently grinding against me. That's when I realised where this was going.

I rolled over with a slight gasp, tumbling off of him and the bed, eyes wide. I didn't want to go there. I couldn't.
I stood up and began backing away, out my door. My eyes were kept on him the whole time and I knew I was disappointing him, but I couldn't.

"Daniel, I'm sorry. I-I can't." With that, I fled the room and was out of the house and into the woods within ten seconds. I ran as fast as I could, dodging trees and rocks skillfully as I put as much distance between me and the house as possible.

But why was I running? I didn't really know. My body was ready for it. It wanted it. But I couldn't let myself do that. Why not?
Caleb was dead… It's not like I would have been cheating. And it's not like I didn't want Daniel. I did. He was perfect.

I ran in the woods for six hours and still, when I finally started heading back to my house in the wee hours of the morning, I couldn't explain anything. All I knew was that it wasn't right.

Yeah, so I had been working on this for a long time. I was gonna try to finish it and give it to you as a second birthday chapter… lol so you can tell it's been forever xD
But yeah… Merry Christmas. It sucks I know. D:

And if there's anyone else who actually reads it, you should just know, I love Obsessed(dot)with(dot)writing !
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