I straightened my shoulders and tiptoed down the cold marble stairs, which led into the beautifully engineered kitchen. Like the rest of the grand building, I couldn't see myself getting tired of this place anytime soon.

The sky was concealed in a blanket of darkness, allowing only the stars and moonlight to peek through the tall, elegant windows.

The heels of my shoes tapped against the polished floor agonisingly loud, making me cringe at disturbing the restful household.

After slipping out of the uncomfy footwear, I delicately picked up a glass from one of the spotless cabinets and filled the cup with iced water.

It was only when I brought the refreshing liquid to my lips, that I noticed the chilling breeze on my tanned skin.

In the silk black dress that hardly covered any of my body, I felt the air wrap around me, sending a cold and unsettling shiver to run down my spine.

It also came to my attention that the thin sheer curtains were now dancing along with the wind.

I was on my way to find the cause of the sudden breeze, when a soft hand firmly gripped onto my wrist.

I couldn't deny the way this made me feel, I became suddenly hot despite the declining temperature of the kitchen.

I swiveled around where I was standing to come face-to-face with a tall figure.

The dim moonlight cascaded on their masculine features, highlighting their prominent, chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones.

Although it seemed impossible for our two bodies to be any closer in proximity, the figure placed a hand on the small of my back and pulled me tightly towards them so that we were touching.

If it wasn't for the slight liquor in my bloodstream, I would have pulled away by now, but I enjoyed the unfamiliar warmth from our body's being so close.

However, up close I could perfectly see who the body belonged to.

"Ashton?" I whispered but it came out more like a moan as his slender fingers found their way beneath the thin straps of my dress.

"Fuck. Becca, you're so beautiful." He replied in his deep voice, his eyes searching for any visible emotion on my face. But I wasn't focusing on that, I was focusing on the undeniably strong stench of alcohol that followed his words.

I pulled back slightly disappointed. I thought Ashton never drank.

"Ashton." I sighed "You're drunk".

"I didn't have much, and why do you care anyway? You are getting very close to that french boy." He stated, his jaw clenching and unclenching at an unhealthy rate.

Why is he saying all of this? He always acted so caught up in his own life that I didn't think he noticed anything that I did in mine.

"I don't like him touching you." He brought his hands underneath me and lifted me up effortlessly onto the empty counter.

I remained quiet as I waited for him to continue, my legs reacting into his touch by wrapping themselves around his strong torso.

"I don't like him kissing you." I gasped as he must have witnessed the scene that unraveled at the beach yesterday.

He took my gasp as an opportunity to smash his lips onto mine. However he stopped himself after a moment, realising that I was not kissing him back... desperation clear in his eyes.

But i couldn't stop myself from what I did next...

My small hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him into me in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

Key word 'attempt'

...He had other ideas.