Despite the fact that he should be concentrating on finishing the music for his most recent movie gig, Ashton's mind seems to be completely elsewhere, far away from the melodies he's been composing. His obsession with his childhood friend has only been growing, and now he cannot stop thinking about her—how much he would like to hold her in his arms and never let go; to kiss her lips, which he imagines must be as sweet as sugar itself; or to... He shook his head, a blush spreading on his face. He can't allow himself to think about that last part, not if he wants to finally get his job done.

For if he were to allow himself to think about what it would be like to have her beneath him, or even better, on top of him, to feel her soft, warm skin against his; it would drive him wild, and he wouldn't be able to think of anything else or get that picture out of his head.

But it was too late; he had already thought about it. About her body, which he had always found perfect; of her voice, which no melody could compare to; and the sweet smell of her perfume that always seemed to linger on his clothes after every hug.

Ashton imagined what it would be like to touch her, to let his fingers trace down her spine or tug onto her hair as he gently bit into her shoulder, marking her as his. What kind of sounds might she make if he were to touch her in every way he had only imagined doing until now?

He wished to know what it would be like to act upon these thoughts, to turn the fantasy into reality. This longing for her was so strong that it almost hurt. The bond Ashton felt toward her was strong; there was no doubt that it was telling him that she was the one, his destined mate.

"Shit, I need to get her out of my head... But I want her so badly. I want her to be mine, and for me to be hers," he ran a hand through his hair, getting frustrated with himself for not being able to get it together. But should he even try to push his feelings away? No, he won't do that. Perhaps it was time to finally confess his feelings for her.

And speak of the devil, the doorbell to his apartment suddenly rang, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. Ashton knew it was her even without having to go to open the door and see her. His strong sense of smell picked up her scent as soon as she entered the apartment building; he was just too lost in his mind to register what his senses were telling him.

When he opened the door, he couldn't hold back the big smile that crept onto his face as he saw her standing there before him. A soft chuckle escaped from him as he crossed his arms and took a step closer. "I wasn't expecting to find you at my door today. Not that I'm complaining, of course. You're always welcome here."

Stepping aside, he allowed her to get inside, closing the door after them. He stopped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. "What brings you here? Right when I was thinking about you..." his voice was a deep, yet soft murmur as he leaned in closer and began to kiss her neck.