Floating (2nd book)

13. Breakfast demands

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I wake up to the sun blinding my view.

My eyes eventually adjust and I look down at my waist to see Asher's arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

I chuckle to myself and try to wiggle out of his grasp.

Asher grunts and pulls me closer to him and throws his leg over mine.

Crap, he's spooning me.

I turn around to face his face.

"Asher?"

I poke his face.

I can feel his breath fanning my face.

My stomach rolls over in hunger.

"Asher!" I scream.

His eyes jerk open and he falls off the bed in shock.

I giggle at his fall.

Asher's head pops up. He rubs the top of his head in pain.

"Asher, make me food!" I demand and flop back on the bed.

I clutch my stomach and groan in hunger.

Asher jumps on the bed.

"What are you-"

I'm cut off by the feeling of fingers lightly touching my stomach.

I'm being tickled!

I can't deny the laughter I'm holding in.

"Asher! All. I. Want. Is. Food!" I say in between laughs.

He finally stops.

I turn around to face the other side of the wall.

"Rose..." Asher starts.

I roll my eyes and turn towards him.

"Do you want a Snickers?" He asks with an amused expression.

A Snickers bar? I want actual breakfast food! Eggs, toast, bacon and cereal!

"You're not you when you're hungry."

I glare at him directly in the eye.

He's struggling to hold back laughs. Asher's cheeks puff as the laughter almost spills out of his mouth.

He finally just lays back down on the bed.

"You've been watching too much television," I tell him while positioning my body so my head is lying on his stomach.

"That's what happens when you become mortal. When in Rome..." he starts.

I scoff.

"We're not anywhere near the human race right now, that's like comparing potatoes to apples. Heaven to Earth!"

Asher nods and plays with my hair.

"When was the last time you called your parents?" Asher suddenly asks.

"I haven't talked to them since my eighteenth birthday," I sigh suddenly getting nervous.

They're probably worried sick.

"Call them," Asher says with a stern edge.

I look on the floor for my phone.

"Shit! I left it in the throne room!"

Asher chuckles.

"You've got a dirty mouth," he laughs.

"It can get way dirtier," I tease while playing along with his little joke.

"That's a sexy idea," he points out.

I roll my eyes.

"You can use my phone," Asher says grabbing his phone from underneath his pillow.

I smile.

"This is why I love you," I tell him and peck his lips.

I dial my house phone number and wait for the dial tone.

My mom's voice on the answering machine chimes in.

"You've reached the White family's house, please leave a message," and then I hear a beep.

I'm silent for a good ten seconds.

I look at Asher, wide-eyed.

He motions me to go on.

"This is Rose, I'm on Asher's phone," I start to say and then realize they don't know Asher's my boyfriend.

Shit.

"But you don't know him. I'm safe and I- I love you," I press the end button.

Asher pats me on the back.

"Now, let's make that breakfast."
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After Asher finishes the bacon, he gives me a plate piled high.

My eyes light up like I'm a child and it's my first Christmas.

"I can tell you like your bacon."

I nod my head eagerly.

He laughs; and just as he laughs, Peter barges through the doors.

"Ro- Asher! Put a shirt on!" he yells.

Asher laughs and goes back to our room to find one.

Peter's face grows serious and he gives me a pained expression.

"Peter, what is it?" I ask still standing and holding my plate of delicious bacon.

"Rose, I have some very bad news for you, but I don't know if you can bear it."

I scoff.

"Peter, I'm fine," I insist.

"You won't be."

"Yes I will!" I raise my voice.

He shakes his head in melancholy.

I'm growing extremely frustrated.

"You're going to need to brace yourself," he warned.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"I practically rule over Heaven, so I'm ordering you tell me what you came here to say!"

"Y- your," Peter struggles to find words.

"Tell me right now!" I scream.

Peter stops dead, looks me in the eye, and opens his mouth.

"Rose, your parents are dead."

And just like that, my plate drops to the ground.

"N-no," I stutter.

I start to feel dizzy and unbalanced.

I stumble around on my feet.

No, they're not dead. They're back at home waiting for me. They can't be dead!

"I heard a comot-" Asher starts, but immediately stops as he sees my body start to sway.

He's too late.

The ground rushes up to meet my head.

I hit my forehead hard, and that knocks me unconscious.

A single tear slips from my eye as I lie on the floor.

My parents are dead.