imagine waking up on ashton's arms around you and you turn to face him and smile. you examine his beautiful facial details, and without opening his eyes he says, "what are you looking at?" and he curves his lips into a smile, as his eyes still remain closed. he must have felt you staring, and so you turn around, and cover your blushing face with the soft blankets on the bed. and you guys just lie there, listening to the pitter patter of the rain.