Grace's P.O.V

I woke up to the sun shining through Ashton's blinds. I turn over and he was gone. I sit up and smiled at the thought of last night. We didn't have sex but we talked all night about our futures. I've fallen and I don't know if I should be scared or not.

I know he's not going to hurt me but feelings do change. The door opens revealing a dressed Ashton. He's wearing black slacks with a silk button up shirt with checker patterns on it with the last three revealing his chest hairs. He's wearing black penny loafers. He looks up and gives me a smile, "Well good morning sleeping beauty. You slept okay?" He sits on the edge of the bed beside me. I give him a smile and nod, "Of course I did." He nods.

I lay against the pillows and looked at him. He's such a beautiful man. His lips form a smirk, "You're staring." He looks at me. I smile and sat up. I place my hand on his face, "I know." I place my lips against his and they move in sync. He pulls away and looks into my dark brown eyes. He looks at me with so much admiration in his eyes. My heart flutters at the emotion in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful." He says, placing a kiss on my forehead. I smile at his words, "Thank you." I drop my arms from his shoulders and placed my hands on my lap. "My aunt left. She went after my uncle. She wanted me to tell you that it was really it was really nice meeting you and that she apologizes for her husbands behavior." He tells me, shaking his head. I take his hand into mine.

"It's not his fault. He was raised like that. You shouldn't be mad at him. He'll learn one day." I tell him. He smiles, "How did I get so lucky?" I shrug my shoulders. We're not even together. I think we're not. He hasn't asked me to be his. I don't think he's ever going to ask me. I push the thought away and got out of his bed.

I grab my clothes and shoes. I look down at him and gave him a soft smile. I dip down and placed a kiss on his cheek. With his eyes on me I left his room.

Ashton's P.O.V

We're in my car going to her house. We're in complete silence. She hasn't spoken a word since we left my house. I've been thinking about asking her to be mine but I don't know how to ask her. But I want to do it tonight.

I pull up to her house and put my car in park. I look over at her and she's looking at her fingers. "Are you okay?" I ask. She nods not looking at me. "Thank you for letting me stay the night. I'll see you tomorrow?" She asks, looking up at me with sad eyes. I grab her hand but she just slips her hand out of mine.

She gives me a quick smile and opens the door. She slips out and closes the door and walks to her house. I sigh and hit my steering wheel. I'm such an idiot. I drive away and went to a barber.

I park my car and I walk to the local barber shop. I have to start looking better than this. I open the door and the bell rings. A guy who looks a little bit older than me with dark hair short on the sides with his bangs pushed up, with blue eyes. "Welcome to Carter's and Sons. My name is Johnny Carter Jr. the son. What kind of style you would like?" He asks, guiding me to his empty chair.

I take a seat and leaned back. He puts the apron on me, "Give me a style like yours. I'm trying to better myself." He hums, "Who's the girl?" I look at him and he has a smile on his face. I take out my wallet and showed him the picture of Grace. He nods, "She's beautiful. Is she biracial as well?" He looks at me. I nod with a smile. "So is my wife. We have two kids." He shows me a picture of his family.

I smile. This is how I picture Grace and I. Married with a family. I hand him back his picture, "Let's get ready for a new me." With that he starts to cut away.

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I have a dozen of yellow roses laying in the front seat beside me. I'm parked in front of Grace's house with my new hair cut. I looked at my rear view mirror fixing my hair. My long curls are gone replaced with my hair short on the sides slicked back along with my bangs pushed back with on loose curl hanging down in the middle of my forehead.

I sighed and grabbed the roses. I get out of my car and made my up the steps onto the porch. I knock twice and waited for an answer. I hear the door being unlock and open. I smile at the sight of her. Her hair is in a loose bun, while she wears a short sleeve button up shirt with stripes of pink, white, and teal tucked into her daisy duke white shorts. She's beautiful.

She opens the screen door holding it open with her foot as she leans against the door frame, "What are you doing here?" Crossing her arms over her chest. I hand her the roses. She looks at them and grabs them. A small smile appears on her lips. "Come in." She says, pushing the screen door more open for me to walk into the warm house.

She walks to the kitchen as I close the door behind me. I'm nervous. I start to play with my hands. I walk over to the kitchen where she's looking for a vase big enough for the roses. Once she finds one she looks at me and her smile fades, "You cut your hair?" I nod. She takes in the new hair cut.

She nods, "It suits you. I like it." She smiles. I lean against the island and watch her take the roses out of the paper wrapping and into the vase. She takes a cup out of the cabinet and fills it up. She pours it into the vase with the roses. She puts the cup in the sink and comes towards me. She places the vase in the middle of the island.

"There. Mom is going to love these when she comes home Monday." She says, smiling at the flowers. I raise an eyebrow, "Monday? Where is she?" I ask, jumping up to sit on the island. I let my legs dangle. "Yeah. Mom went on a little trip with Mrs. and Mr. Brown for the weekend but they're not coming back until Monday morning." She says leaning against the island beside me.

I nod. I look over at her and she playing with her fingers. I'm so scared to ask her. I took a sigh and jumped off. She looks at me as I stand in front of her. I wrap my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me making our bodies touch. She rests her hands on my biceps. I can hear her breathing hard. I smile. I dip down and placed a small kiss on her neck. I can feel her shiver at my touch.

I pull away and places my free hand on her cheek. Here it goes, "Grace Elise Thompson, will you be mine?" Her eyes go wide. The silence making me regret asking her so soon. I open my mouth to say, 'Forget about it' but she cups my face and pulls me down to capture my lips on hers.

She makes it quick and looks at me in my eyes. Then a toothy smile forms on her lips, "I'll love too." I smile and brought her into a warm hug. I couldn't be more happy.