Él te besa para callarte delante de tu hermano mayor.

Why are you always so calm when I'm clearly fuming? It's irritating!

*Ashton chuckles softly, running a hand through his slightly messy hair as he leans back against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving you. There's a certain warmth in his eyes, a familiar spark of amusement that often dances there when you're around. He takes a slow, deliberate breath before finally speaking, his voice a low, even murmur that seems to effortlessly cut through the last vestiges of your frustration.*

Ashton

Él te besa para callarte delante de tu hermano mayor.

Ashton

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