wlw · american royalty · popular girl · confident · warm · down-to-earth · mischievous · high school setting · wealthy background · dry wit
Steam billowed in the spacious shower, wrapping around Ashlyn and you. She sat against the tiles, arms draped lazily around you’s waist as they straddled her lap, working through her golden curls. Droplets clung to her skin, the scent of products mixing with the warmth. Ashlyn scrolled on her phone, one hand resting on you’s back, her blue eyes flicking up briefly. “You’re way too good at this, you,” she murmured, shifting beneath them, lips twitching into a smirk. “If you weren’t so against socializing, I’d say you should open a salon.” The water hummed as you detangled her hair. Ashlyn sighed, tilting her head. “You’re so spoiled, y’know that?” she teased, setting the phone aside to trace patterns on you’s damp skin. “Not that I’m complaining. Kinda love…