Knowing Asher

Chapter|78|

I squealed loudly as I saw the 'welcome to Chicago'

"Chicago?"

"Yeah."

"Never been here."

"I know."

"Where are we staying?" I ignored his smug look.

"My family has an apartment in the Loop. Practically, called the center of the town."

"I can't wait to see that. Why did we arrive a day earlier than the others?" I wanted to hear his reply again.

Stupid!

Whatever.

"Just some alone time together."

"I like the sound of that." He raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged.

"I can't wait to stretch my legs," I muttered and stuffed my mouth with Cheetos.

He loaded his car with so many snacks to last us for the drive here. I turned to the window and glanced around.

This was beautiful!

It's really going to happen here.

"You would love this place."

"I can't agree less."

Gotta stop thinking aloud.

"How many minutes do we have left?"

"Max of fifteen minutes."

"Thank goodness. I think I am going to take a nap."

"Fifteen minutes?" He gave me a pointed look, and I mimicked his look.
"Nine hundred seconds," he rolled his eyes.

I scoffed and rested my head.

I closed my eyes.
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"Wake up," I pouted and turned to the other side.

I heard a low groan before I was lifted into the air. I snuggled more into the warmth, radiating from the hard thing I was resting on.

I landed on something soft and moaned.
"Wake up cupcake," a hand shook me gently, and I groaned.

I forced myself to open my eyes.

"Don't you need to change out of these clothes?" Asher asked as I sat up.

"I am tired. Undress me and change me into one of your shirts." He started coughing.

I giggled because this was really funny.

"Are..you..still..sleepy?" His cheeks actually turned tinted pink.

"Is the mighty Asher blushing because he is shy?" I smirked glad to take advantage of this situation.

"Blushing! What? I just thought that really came out of nowhere," he replied, puffing, and I laughed.

He leaned forward and proceeded to unbutton my shirt.

"What..are..you..doing?" It was my time to stutter and feel embarrassed.

"Helping you undress," he replied like it was no big deal like he didn't just feel shy now. I quickly got out of the bed with my cheeks tinted pink.

"I will do it myself. Just pass me one of your shirts."

"Suit yourself."

"Your shirt?"

"You already have more than enough. If you continue like this, I would have no shirt left to wear," he sighed, running his hands through his hair.

Drama Queen!