Floating (2nd book)

12. Vicious nightmares

This chapter is dedicated to @Megann_Hartenstein17 because she kept demanding that I update. The pic above: Asher embarrassing Rosie. This is so adorable! 😂😂
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After Anoplia's shower I helped her into bed. She didn't even ask me questions because she was so tired.

After that I decided I might as well sleep with Asher. I don't really want to freak Anoplia out. I like cuddling, and I'm not sure if she's into that. I mean, it's not like I'm complaining. I love snuggling with Asher.

I change in the bathroom and emerge in the hallway wearing a loose shirt and my unicorn pajamas. I haven't worn them in a while and I've been missing my unicorns.

I get to Asher's door with a leap of excitement.

I open the door and Asher whips his head around in shock.

I swear my jaw could have hit the floor.

Asher stands before me, soaking wet with just a towel wrapped around his waist, covering him.

His chest muscles flex and the water droplets gleam whenever the light hits them.

Asher's face develops into a huge smirk when he realizes I'm checking him out.

I should shut the door. I really should.

My hand curls around the doorknob, but I can't make myself shut it.

Only one flimsy towel separates him from revealing himself in all his naked glory.

I don't want to see mini Asher!

Maybe it's not so mini.

Shut up, Rose!

Asher walks over to me with his towel is still wrapped around his waist.

His face carries a smug expression.

He puts a finger to the side of my chin and wipes a trail of drool.

It's obviously from me ogling over him. The expression on his face tells me he knows it too. Oh god, that's so embarrassing!

I duck my head in embarrassment.

He chuckles.

"Rose, you can come in," he tells me while shaking out his wet hair in the most attractive way possible.

Rosie waaaaaaannntssssss!

I walk in the room and wait for Asher to tell me to turn around.

Instead he starts to slowly pull his towel down.

It's getting lower on his hips.

And lower.

And lower.

And lower.

And lower.

Danger zone!

I quickly spin around to face the wall and cover my eyes.

Asher laughs at my reaction.

"You're so innocent Rosie," he says. I can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Sh-shutup!" I squeak.

My face is flushed as I let my imagination wander.

Stop it! He can read your thoughts!

"Okay, I'm decent," he informs me.

His decent is not my decent.

He's wearing nothing besides loose boxers.

Isn't that what most guys wear to bed though?

Asher and I get into bed and turn off the light.

We don't talk much because of how embarrassed I am.

I snuggle into his body. My chest is facing his and Asher's arm is curled around my petite frame. My hand is resting on his stomach.

I'm liking this position.

I eventually fall asleep to the sound of Asher's breaths.

They remind me that he's actually human, and I love that reminder
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I wake up in the dead of night to Asher screaming his lungs out.

My eyes snap open and I automatically sit up.

Asher's laying in bed, thrashing around.

"Asher!"

I try and shake his body to wake him up.

His scream is bloodcurdling. His body violently spasms.

He's scaring me! Tears of frustration and fear furiously run down my face.

"Asher!" I scream.

His body jolts out of the nightmare and joins me in a sitting position.

Asher takes deep, shaky breathes.

I sigh in relief and rest my head in the nape of his neck.

"You're okay," I mutter.

He doesn't respond, he just pulls my body closer.

I repeatedly run my hands through his hair.

I kiss his cheek.

He slowly turns his head to face me.

He's crying!

Tears stream down his face.

"Never leave me," he whispers.

He places his hand on the side of my face to cup my cheek.

What happened in that dream? I've never seen Asher cry!

"I wouldn't dream of it," I state with certainty.

Asher shakes his head and opens his mouth to reply.

"I just did."

"Did what?"

"Dream about it," he says in dead calm.

We sit in silence for a good fifteen minutes until I finally respond.

"Dreams aren't real," I tell him and I feel like a fucking idiot.

He nods and strokes my arm.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

I know I'll pester him about it later, but for now, he need a distraction.

I peck his lips.

I move away, but Asher's hands keep my head in place.

"Sometimes I have the need to randomly kiss you, just to make sure you're real," he says while tucking a strand of hair behind by ear.

So he does that.

This kiss isn't like our other ones.

Our other kisses were fast paced and hungry.

This one is full of love.

With this kiss, Asher tells me that he loves me, desires me and needs me.

All the unspoken things he wants to say to me are expressed.

Tears of happiness roll down my cheeks.

In that moment, I forgive him.

I forgive him for everything thing he did and said and everything in between.

This unspoken language Asher and I have is beautiful.

I knew when I was little, I had always wanted to love someone so much that it hurt, and I've now accomplished that.

It isn't his body that I want, it's his soul.

His beautiful, damaged soul.

"I love you," he whispers.

I smile.

I've never been happier.

And it's all because of Asher Dorian.