Asher rolls his eyes and then turns back to me. "One more." He leans back in and kisses me for a second, biting my lip and then pulling away. He leans his forehead against mine and breathes deeply.
"I don't think I can fucking contain myself tonigh...
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The entire weekend Asher made me rest. We watched movies, he cooked and baked (I helped a little), it was fun.
That morning after we watched The Hunger Games, I woke up and Asher was already up and in the kitchen, making me breakfast.
I couldn't stop thinking about what he said the night before, though. When he thought I was asleep.
Apparently, he and Luke snuck into my house that morning before I even woke up. They managed to get all my stuff.
I was so happy, I didn't want to go over there at all. I gave Luke a hug to show my gratitude, which he enjoyed thoroughly, and I gave Asher lots of kisses.
Now it's Monday morning and Asher and I are getting ready for school.
"Asher," I storm hesitantly into the bedroom.
He's sitting on the edge of the bed buttoning up his shirt but he's looks up to me. "Hm?"
I pause, my eyes scanning over his half naked chest before I regain sense and blink. "Have you seen my blazer?"
He shakes his head, pursing his upper lip. "No, no I haven't. Couldn't you just go like that?"
"Wha- are you crazy? It's freezing outside, no chance," I grumble, starting to pace back and forth nervously.
Everything's going wrong this morning, this day is going to suck ass, I can feel it.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He stands, his shirt still halfway undone.
I shake my head. "Everything's going wrong. My hair is wild today, a-and my eyes are noticeable, I can't find my blazer, I haven't been in a week and I'm so behind and-"
"Hey hey hey, look at me," he cups my face in his hands as my lips quiver. I'm forced to look into his deep eyes as he strokes my face.
"Your hair looks beautiful, your eyes are extraordinary, you can wear my blazer, and I already got all your work from school. I worked on it while you were sleeping. It's going to be okay."
My heart burns as the words leave his mouth. I don't even know what to say. I don't know what to say except for I love him.
I love him so much.
But I shouldn't.
I can't.
I can't find any words to come out of my mouth so instead I just plop my head against his shoulder.
He chuckles lightly and threads his fingers through my hair. "Yeah, I know. Mondays suck. It'll be over soon and then we can come home and watch a movie or something."
Home.
He doesn't even realize the effect him calling this our home has on me when he probably just said it absentmindedly and innocently.
