Not All Outlaws Are Bad

Lyra's POV Ashley and I talked about basses for what felt like hours, but I knew it was only about thirty minutes. I couldn't stop staring at his lips as they formed the words he was saying. I tried to hide it, but I think I failed miserably. I would either do that or stare deep into his eyes, hanging on his every word. His voice was mesmerizing. "Come on!" Izzy yelled from across the room. We had moved into the large hospital room after Izzy had seen that there were more seats in there than out in the hall, and now she and Andy were wrestling. Ash and I turned to see that Andy had pinned Izzy down once again. "Iz!" I yelled teasingly. "You can do this! Don't let that weakling beat you again." Growling, Izzy flipped over on top of Andy, her blonde hair flying. She glanced at me, then did a double take. A slow, devious grin spread across her face. I looked down to see that I was practically sitting in Ashley's lap, and our clothing was curiously rumpled. He seemed to notice it at the same time, and we burst apart like we were on fire. I hurriedly smoothed my hair and clothes, seeing Ashley doing the same out of the corner of my eye. Izzy looked a little disappointed and went back to wrestling, but her heart wasn't in it. As a matter of fact, neither was mine. I had no idea what to do. Should I tell Ashley how I felt? Or should I let him make the first move? Ashley got up and sauntered out of the room. I looked at Lzzy, silently asking what to do. She raised her eyebrows as though telling me that I should know. Huh. Big help she was. Before I could change my mind, I got up and followed him out into the hall. He was just barely walking through the door that led out to the staircase. Why the stairs had their own room I do not know. I slipped through the door just as it closed behind him. He was standing with his back to me. I closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. It was now or never. I reached out and tapped Ash on the shoulder. He turned around, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw that it was me standing there. Before he could say a word, I clutched his leather vest in both hands and pulled him to me. Our lips met, and he pushed me back against the wall. It was gentle and tentative at first, but it quickly became more heated and passionate. He bit my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I let him in, and our tongues explored each others' mouths. Suddenly I was very glad that I was up against the wall and that Ashley's arms were around me, because if it was any other way I would have collapsed as my knees gave out. This was my very first kiss. His arms tightened around me as the kiss deepened. His hands roamed up and down my back, finally finding the hem of my shirt. The temperature jumped about ten degrees, and I shivered as his cold fingers brushed my overheating skin. He slipped his hands up under my shirt, and I pushed his vest off his shoulders. I was really glad that he hardly ever wore shirts. Without breaking the kiss, he tugged my shirt off, leaving me in my black bra, but he didn't go any further than that, which I was glad for. I wasn't ready to lose my virginity yet. We made out for a few more minutes before pulling apart, because even Ashley Purdy needs to breathe. We rested our foreheads against each other, staring into each others' eyes and breathing heavily. "Damn." I finally said. He grinned. "That was one hell of a first kiss."

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