My Wedding Date (ManxMan)

Fine as Wine

William

I shouldn't have let Asher drink so much, but he looked like he really needed it. So I let him. I let him drink and say what he was thinking.

He seemed to have been in control of himself because he didn't talk about what happened 12 years ago. Or maybe he didn't care. Asher talked about his history degree and how he was glad he stopped studying science. Which I was glad for too. When we were younger, he was made to believe he should study to be a doctor, and he made himself believe he wanted it.

I thought he would have gone for art or music, but I guess not.

Asher talked about Lyxander and Aspen's set up and how ridiculous it was because he didn't want to try a relationship as much as he thought he did. I couldn't help but smile at him while he ranted. I noticed his nose does this cute wrinkle motion when he was not on agreement with things. Even as he ranted he made it seem upbeat and not like he wanted to bring anything or anyone down. No, it was just him talking about anything and everything to me.

I forgot how happy Asher had always been. How he always was able to focus on the positives in bad situations. I forgot how happy he made me.

"I'm going to sleep,"Asher got up from our table and stumbled to get to the elevator. Even as he mildly swayed, he looked graceful.

"Where's your room?" I followed him in the elevator and waited for him to say something. He swayed a bit and then leaned on the wall, sliding down to sleep.

"My room it is then." I couldn't stop myself from smiling because this was happening. Asher Reed is in front of me... or beside me sleeping. And it's not a dream.

When he wouldn't stand up, I had to carry him. I didn't mind carrying his small body that was firm. When I sat him on my bed he woke up briefly and looked at the bed and shrugged. He kicked his shoes off and then began to undress.

"Woah there." I held his arms before he took his last peice of clothing off. "This isn't- we're not going to do anything." I stuttered, flustered at the thought.

"Okay." He walked to lay on his side. I made sure he drank a glass of water, but with how much he drank, I'm not sure I'd be much help.

It took a while until I could sleep. I stared at Asher as he slept for the longest, taking in everything about him. His lips were parted as he slept, and he lightly snored- which only made him seem innocent and pure as he slept. His eyelashes kissed his cheeks and he was beautiful.

I then began to think about all the fun we had as kids. All the sleep overs. All our secrets. The many soccer games we won and lost. Our matches and races. How we laughed and joked. How we got when we would disagree. And most of all, I remembered how much of a fool I was. How I made him leave. How I made Becca leave me too.