your favorite time to look at ashton was when he didn’t notice.
you were standing side by side, leaning against the side of a tiny bridge in a tiny park in a tiny somewhere, staring down at the stream rushing past you.
ashton had never been one to accept compliments easily, getting flustered and mumbling about how he wasn’t as good looking, as funny, as smart as you always said he was. he always had his guard up, trying to deflect anything that could inflate his ego. it was one of the things you loved most about him, but it could get a little frustrating sometimes.
that’s why you enjoyed moments like these, when he didn’t realize that you were staring at him, when he couldn’t look in your eyes and read what you were thinking. his eyes were half-closed, his hair blowing across his face in wild, tousled strands. he reached out to take your hand in his, the material of his fingerless gloves scratching against your palm, his grip awkward where the glove ended and his fingers began.
it was perfect; the way he stood, the way his eyes were shining in the light, the way his boot was sliding further into a patch of mud that he didn’t notice. everything about him was incredible, beautiful, and you leaned your head against his shoulder as you watched a single bronze leaf flutter down and land on the surface of the water, ripples flowing out from it.
“are you okay?” ashton asked, still not quite looking at you. “do you wanna leave?”
you tightened your grip on his hand, savoring every second of this moment, this hushed, quiet, in-between moment, where everything was exactly how you wanted it.
“no,” you whispered. “i’m happy right here.”
(day one of my fall/october series woo! forgive how short this one was i had five minutes before work… leave some feedback? i love you!)