Fight For It

Chapter 10.Moving Out

I turned over in the bed and felt arms restrict my movements. "Hold still," his raspy morning voice grumbled in my ear. I giggled and shifted a bit more to be snuggled up to Asher as close as possible. I heard a groan rumble in his throat. "Babe, don't rub your bum on me like that if you don't want things to escalate."

I froze immediately, " Sorry! I didn't mean to," I chuckled. He tangled his legs with mine and kissed the back of my neck.

"Don't be sorry, baby. As long as you're ready for what comes after, please continue." His voice was getting lower as he spoke. I shivered but knew I didn't want things to escalate this early in the morning nor this early in our...whatever we were.

"No, I don't mean for things to escalate," I replied seriously.

"That's perfectly fine, love." Asher gave me a gentle squeeze holding me closely to his front. "Can you check what time it is?"

I peeked up at the clock on the nightstand, "It's 7:26. A.K.A. way too early."

"Agreed!" We remained in our spooning position and fell back asleep enjoying the shared body heat in the cold bedroom.

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I woke as I felt Asher shifting. "Asher, go back to sleep," I grumbled with my eyes still closed.

"I need to go to the bathroom," he chortled.

"Then go. You don't need to shift the whole bed just to go to the bathroom."

"Scar, you're laying on top of me." I suddenly shot my eyes open as my embarrassed chuckle was paired with the rumble of laughter vibrating Asher's chest. I scurried back to my side of the bed and wrapped up in the comforter, shutting my eyes tightly. "Hun, you don't have to be embarrassed. I liked that you were laying on me, I would have never moved if I didn't need to go to the bathroom." Asher kissed me on the forehead and exited the room as I remained silent, drowning in my own humiliation.

So much for being so reluctant to give him a chance, I thought. I wanted him to work for more from me, but I was making it so easy for him to have me. Maybe I should just dive in and hope I don't end up regretting it. Or maybe I should keep my walls up high and strong. No guy before had ever made me even consider letting my guard down, especially not one like Asher. I think the reason I was most frustrated with him was the fact that he was so popular, so attractive, so wanted...and yet he chose me. Why? Why would he choose me over any other girl? What was he trying to prove by getting me?

I drifted back to sleep during my thoughts and wound up having a dream about Asher...

I wandered the woods in the dead of night. All I was wearing was a big t-shirt and black leggings that stretched down just past my knees. The chilled night air swirled around my body as I continued on - my final destination was unknown. Just like in horror movies, a branch snapped a short distance behind me so I whipped my head around to see what was there. As I scanned the dark expanse of forest I caught a glimpse of a piece of clothing scurrying behind a tree to try and go unseen.

My heart rate increased considerably seeing that I was completely alone. I kept my eyes focused on the tree the figure hid behind and suddenly he emerged. It was too dark to make out who he was, but I knew I was in danger. Without another thought I started running as fast as my legs could carry me deeper and deeper into the woods. His footsteps could be heard moving closer and closer and I was terrified.

My adrenaline was becoming less potent as my legs began to tire and the next thing I knew, my face was in the dirt while I was pinned to the ground by my attacker. He had a dark mask covering his face so I had no idea who it was as he pulled out a knife.