Knowing Asher

Chapter|58|

Asher

I glanced at her as I finished taking my test and waited at the front for her. Everything about affects her so much than I can ever imagine. Is it her voice that has a way of making me feel things or should just simplify it as her everything?I love her hair and her lips. Her hair is naturally soft and silky. Her strawberry shampoo always allures me and messes with my head. Her lips are so addicting that I can never get enough of it. It is like the water needed to quench my thirst each time. She always looks stunning, and she doesn't have to try hard.

Right now, staring at her in her simple top and jeans. I took my eyes off her with much agony to address the people as the host. I addressed them and snuck up to her back. I wrapped a hand around her waist and loved that she instantly relaxed into my touch. I greeted and stared into her blue eyes that managed to draw me in each time. She complained that I kept my plans about the party from her and I couldn't help but want to kiss her. I settled for a chuckle, and she was annoyed at that.

This was my girl.

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All I wanted to do when I saw her in that bikini was rip it off her. I knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. When I kissed her in the pool, I couldn’t help igniting something, but my better judgment didn’t like it.

As if the torture wasn’t enough, that fucking red dress nearly made me lose control. The dance was nice, and I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who could actually settle for one girl.

I was irritated when I saw her talking to Katrina of all people, but she assured me it was nothing. That was when I realized I hadn’t really spoken to the boys all night.

"You are so whipped, Asher," Matthew commented. I flipped him off.

"You and your girlfriend have been lost in your little bubble, ignoring everyone," Daniel stated the obvious. I ran a hand through my hair.

"Never thought this day would come," Angelo added, and I chuckled, agreeing with him.

"You better head back to your girl. She keeps glancing over here," Nick said, pointing at her.

I didn’t want to go back immediately. I didn’t want them thinking I was completely whipped though, fine, maybe I was a little. Still, I couldn’t just leave her standing there alone. I said my goodbyes. They mocked me. I showed them the middle finger and made my way back to my girl.

Her face lit up the moment she saw me. I wasn't looking where I was going. I bumped into someone as I felt a cold liquid on my shirt.

"Sorry,"  the girl who’d poured her drink on my shirt said.

"It’s fine," I replied with a forced smile, staring at the growing stain.

"I could just_"

"I’ll handle it," I cut in and headed toward my room.

I peeled off the jacket and shirt. Ruined. I walked into my closet to grab another one, black this time. Too many clumsy people tonight.

I scanned through my clothes, trying to decide. It was harder than it should be. Girls aren’t the only ones who struggle with what to wear.

I heard the door open and stepped out, expecting Stephanie. She probably came to help me. God knows I had a lot I needed help with.

"Babe__"
The word died in my throat.

"What are you doing here?" I growled.
She smirked and walked toward me. My eyes widened as I took in what she was wearing lace that barely covered anything.