Pillowtalk

Ivy rubs her back against Ashton's chest as he washes her front side, then vice versa.

They switch places, their bodies touching all the while and this time, Ivy does the washing.

After about ten minutes of intense kissing and washing and soaking in the tub, Ashton picks her up and they both head into the shower.

The water is as perfectly warm as it can ever get and it only stimulates them further. Under the shower, Ashton and Ivy dance a couple's dance, their eyes closed in peace and the ecstacy of being together. After sharing a ton of intimate moments, both of them head to bed, exhausted and more in love than they have ever been.

Ivy scoots into Ashton's warm hands and nestles there like a chick in her mother's feathers. She smiles contentedly, her eyes closed.

Ashton catches the small smile. "What's making you smile so much?"

She chuckles. "It's a lot. There's a lot to be grateful for actually. I mean, I've been attacked, kidnapped, being victim to a ton of things and yet, I have