In Intimate Desire[UNEDITED]

Chapter 25

Asher

"Lincoln!" I hear Annie yell as I look up.

She's in Amara's arms, reaching over the railing before Lincoln pulls her over.

I see Amara throw her leg over the rail as I walk over, placing my hand on her hips to pull her down.

"Ahhh." She slightly yells as I chuckle.

I wrap my arms all the way around her waist as I set her on the ground, her back against my chest.

"Hey." I say, kissing her cheek.

"Hi." She says and I can feel her smile. "Good game."

"Thanks." I mumble against her jaw.

"Asherrrr."

"Yeah baby?" I ask, working my way to her lips.

"There's people around." She says through a giggle.

"Great. Let 'em know you're mine." I say, my lips brushing against hers. "Hi." I say again, smiling against her lips.

"Mhm." She hums before she tilts her head up and her lips fully land on mine.

I pull away, looking down at her. "Hey." She says softly, leaning up until her lips meet mine again.

"Get a fucking room!" Lincoln yells and I flip him off. Amara smiles into the kiss, her arm wrapping around my neck.

I grunt, reluctantly pulling away but not before placing a quick peck on her lips... Or three.

"Come on." I say, walking towards our friends with my arms still wrapped around her waist from behind.

"Really having a make out sesh on the baseball field?"

"There wasn't even tongue involved." I state.

"He's just staking his claim on front of certain... Bitches." Olivia says as Natalie and her friends walk by.

"Hey Asher." She says and I don't even look at her. "Asher. I said hi." She says, when I feel her arm on my bicep.

I pull my arm away, looking over at her. "I obviously didn't answer for a reason."

She scoffs, crossing her arms, "Why'd you give her the jersey?"

"Because I wanted her to wear it." I state flatly.

"How could you do that to me? I asked you every game."

"How could I do that to you? You want to play that game?" I ask, getting more agitated by the minute.

"What game? This isn't a game." She says, "Looks like your new girlfriend is brainwashing you."

I chuckle, not particularly finding any of this funny. "That's so funny coming from you. Do I need to remind you, what you did? Remember, when we were dating?"

"Of course."

"Remember when I found you fucking another guy? Oh, I'm sorry, my teammate. Behind my back. Remember that?" I ask, my grip on Amara tightening.

"So, when you wonder why I didn't let you wear my jersey. That is why. And also, because it's my jersey. I get to do what I want with it." I say, breathing heavily.

She stands there for a second before I feel a sting on my cheek.

She slapped me. She really just fucking slapped me.

"And you're done." Amara says, pushing her backwards.

"You did not just touch me." Natalie shrieks and I bite back a smile.