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Chapter Seven

blaze | burn fiercely or brightly

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2/5/17

SOMEHOW ASHER CONVINCES me to not only let him drop me off but also to come inside.

I make him park down the street to not attract any attention to my house, or to his extremely nice car. I then quietly snuck him in; making it the first time I've ever snuck a boy into my house. Or anyone for that matter.

We make our way into my small room, and as soon as the door shuts behind us he pushes me up against it. The click of my door echoes through the heady air that hangs between us. My back is against the hardwood door, and his lean body lightly brushes against mine.

Asher's dark eyes rake over me as if he can't figure me out. A smile tugs at my lips because I feel it also. I wonder where this came from, where he came from. Because I didn't think twice about him before that fateful party, and now he invades my every waking thought.

He lowers his head until his lips brush against mine. The small action awakens the hungry beast within me making my hands fall to his waist to pull him forward. To have more of him, to have more of everything he can give me.

But as that thought of more fills my bones, I pull away from his grasp needing to set boundaries. "I'm not sleeping with you," I tell him clumsily as the words fall from my lips, and my neck flushes with embarrassment. He's Asher Lawton, which means he expects sex. Doesn't he?

His hand snakes up to run through my tangled hair. His fingers tug ever so slightly, enough to make a small gasp fall from my lips without a second thought. A deep chuckle rips from his chest next as he watches me intensely. "I wasn't expecting you to," he replies simply as his fingers continue to play with my hair.

"You weren't?" I question suddenly confused by what he wants from me if not sex. What I want from him? What this all was?

"No, Maeleigh," he says. My name rolls off his perfect lips as a shudder slides down my spine. "You aren't that kind of girl," he tells me as if he knows me better than I know myself. And a small part of me fears he does.

"How do you know?" I question weakly. My voice goes quiet as he leans in so his nose brushes against mine. His dark eyes continue to follow my own, follow me. Watching. Waiting. Knowing.

"Because even though you're here with me," he begins as he plants a faint kiss on the corner of my lips causing my pulse to pound throughout my body. "In your room alone," he continues letting his lips press into my neck next making me tremble in response. A response I know he revels in as I feel his mouth turn up in the corners, a smile of a kiss being pressed into my heated skin.

"Yeah?" I breathe out deeply wanting to hear where he's going with this.

"You are a better person than anyone I know," he finishes as he lifts his face to press his forehead against mine so that his gaze is level with my own. His tone comes off soft in the dark and deadly silent room, and suddenly it's too much.

"I don't think I am," I reply gently as my eyes drop from his to the wood floors that surround us.

"Why?" he asks in disbelief. As if he's shocked I don't agree with him.

"Because I want you," I voice as my eyes slowly roll up his toned frame until they lock back on his lips. He has the mouth of a god and I know he knows it. Knows that every singular thought that enters my mind is about where he can kiss me next because I have to have those lips on me.