Breathing Him In

Chapter eight.

Asher's P.O.V

We run out of the house and walk for two blocks before stopping.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe that just happened while you were there. I'm so sorry. I-" Michael rambles, but gets cut off by me.

"Michael. It's fine. Do you want to talk about it?" I ask. He shakes his head. He pulls his phone out, tapping a few things before putting it to his ear. I look at the tendons and muscles in his hand and arm as he holds his phone to his ear.

"Hey, Luke? Can I come over after a bit?" He pauses before continuing, "Yeah. It's my parents." another pause, "Okay, I'll be there in a little bit. Thanks bro." He finishes, then turns to me. "I'm going to walk you home, then I'm going to go to my friend Luke's house." He says and I nod, turning in the direction of my house. He shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks and looks up at the sky as if he's trying to think of something to say. He runs his hands over his face and turns to me.

"Asher, I'm sor-" He starts, but I hold my hand up, gesturing for him to stop talking.

"Michael. It's not your fault. It's fine. If you apologize about it one more time, I'm going to kick your ass." I nudge him with my shoulder.

"Yeah? I'd like to see you try." He jokes and raises an eyebrow, challenging me. "Hit me. I dare you." He rasps, leaning forward a little bit. I make a tight fist with my left hand and punch him right in the shoulder, giving it all I got. He doesn't budge a bit. As soon as my fist came into contact with his shoulder, he picks me up and puts me over his shoulder, spinning around.

"Put me down!" I scream, laughing and punching at his back and legs.

"Of course, madam." He says, menacingly. Just then, I noticed the fountain he had carried me to. I let out an ear piercing scream before I'm launched into the water. The water goes up to my shoulders, leaving my hair dry.

"Oh my gosh. MY PHONE!" I scream, feeling my pockets, looking for my phone.

"Oh relax. I already got your phone out of your pocket." He laughs, inching closer to the side of the fountain and holding his hand out.

"How do you know I'm not gonna pull you in?" I laugh, sticking my hand out, grabbing his.

"I trust you," He narrows his eyes at me, making my heart skip a beat... or nine. Shoving my phone back in his pocket, he grabs my arm and pulls me out, making me slam into his chest. "And plus, I have your phone." He smiles. I notice that his lips are mere centimeters from mine. I start to examine his face. His eyebrow piercing, his long eyelashes, his gorgeous green eyes, and lastly, his full rosy lips. Damn, he's hot. I see him examining my face the same way that I am examining his. His eyes land on my lips.

No! He's really hot and... well, REALLY tempting, but I can't. I just got out of a relationship. Even though his lips look really kissable, I manage to tear myself away from him. I clear my throat.

"So, uh, I should be getting home now." My voice wavers a bit. Something deep inside me wishes that I would have kissed him.

"Yeah. Uh... lets get going." He hands me my phone and shoves his hands in his pockets.

God, I hope it doesn't get awkward.