Drowning (1st book)

17. Dying

These last two weeks have involved a lot of kissing. Whether it be in my room, at the lake or in my pajamas.

It's not like I'm complaining. Whenever I think about Asher, I get these butterflies in my stomach and my heart hurts. Like it's supposed to.

I put my hair in the most hideous messy bun ever, and pull on my unicorn pajamas.

Asher promised me he wouldn't come and see me tonight. My parents are getting suspicious as to why I'm always so tired in the morning.

I hop into my bed and take one final look out my window before shutting my blinds and light off and pull the covers up to my neck.

After a couple of relaxing minutes, I turn my body to be facing the right.

I snuggle into my pillow and suddenly feel a warm radiating head. I feel an arm wrap around my waist.

I shriek and fall of the bed. I fumble to my feet and move to turn on the light.

My heart is pounding and a roll of fear runs through my gut, sparking my adrenaline.

What if it's another demon?

I turn on the light to meet Asher's blue eyes.

He's sitting on my bed, looking incredibly handsome.

"I love that bun!" he sarcastically remarks.

I frown and take my bun out.

My chestnut hair tumbles down my back.

"You scared me!"

He bites his lip as I walk over to my bed and sit on it.

"And those unicorn pajamas, holy hell! They turn me on!" I can hear the rich and thick sarcasm in his voice.

I glare at him.

"What is it? You promised me you'd stay away tonight!" I sternly say.

He rolls his eyes.

"Sometimes I break promises. I am a demon."

I roll my eyes at his comment. He's been saying stuff like "I am a demon" to try to give me a chance to back out. Sucks for him because I'm not going to.

His eyes look at my lips.

Hell no!

"No! No! No! Hold the phone! I'm not kissing you tonight!"

Asher looks into my eyes.

"Are you sure," he says curling his hand around my waist and plants wet kisses on my neck,"we can always do it tonight and not do it tomorrow."

No, don't do it Rose!

"My- my-," I say not able to form coherent sentences. All my focus is on Asher's hand that keeps going lower and his kisses that keep getting higher.

Oh fuck it!

He plants a kiss on my lips. I respond immediately. I grab Asher's shoulders and pull him down as close to me as he can be.

Asher's kisses are like a drug. I can't get enough and I don't want to admit I'm addicted.

Asher kisses down my neck.

I love him so much.

My heart pounds and my stomach knots.

I feel like I'm melting into him.

I poke him.

"Ouch! What was that for?" he asks rising up from my body.

I bite my lip. I'm nervous to tell him this.