Opposites Attract

Chapter 9: I'm Apalled at Your Language, Ms. Humphrey

Asher’s hands grip my hips and my hands grip his hair. His lips feel deliciously blissful and I feel as though I could do this former. That is, if oxygen wasn’t a necessity. We break apart, and he rests his forehead on mine, our breaths mingling together. The sound of movement downstairs spring us into action.

“Seth!” I whisper shout, in full on panic-mode. “You have to get out of here!” I push him towards the balcony.

“How the fuck-”

“Just climb down, there is a tree right there. I do it all the time.” I tell him, pushing him out the door. I half close the door before opening it again. “Oh, and you should roll your motorcycle down the street a little before starting it, you know, so Seth doesn’t hear it.” Asher looks at me in shock, like he can’t believe I am making him do this. I half close the door, before opening it again. I stick my head out and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll make it up to you,” I promise him with a wink. He smiles and descends down the tree, tiptoeing to the driveway. I leave the door open to let the cool breeze into my room, and go downstairs to check on Seth.

“Seth?” I call. He limps out from the living room.

“I hope that man I just paid was the contractor.” He calls back, his face contorting in a look of pain as he stands.

 “What happened to you?” I rush to him and he leans on me for support.

“I don’t know.” He winces.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I don’t remember.” I lead him back to the couch and he slowly sits back down. “Did you fix me up?” He asks. I nod.

“When I got home, I found you on the couch unconscious and all beaten up. You scared the crap out of me.” I get him a few ice packs from the kitchen. “You don’t remember anything?”

“No, nothing.” I can tell he is lying, by the way he avoids looking at me and his uninjured leg bounces up and down, but I don’t say anything. “Can you help me upstairs?” He asks, standing up and hopping over to me.

“Clare cooked some dinner, it’s in the kitchen.” I tell him as we exit the living room.