Scars

Chapter 9~ Ex's and Fake Boyfriends

Previously~ "I'm glad I had a best friend like Asher but i felt like... I wanted to be something more."

Amber's P.O.V

I woke up and felt something fanning my face. I look to my side and see that I'm face to face with Asher.

My eyes widened and my cheeks heated up big time.

My arms are wrapped around his neck as my face was buried inside his neck.

How am I not gonna wake him up. I tried to get up slowly.

Yet I failed.

Asher woke up at the worst timing ever. He woke up to see that I was straddling his hips.

Please don't get the wrong idea, Please don't gets the wrong idea. I say in a panic to myself.

He looks at me and smiles.

"Morning Cupcake" he said in a husky voice.

I sigh to myself in relief that he didn't get the wrong idea.

"Having fun?" He said with a smirk.

Anddd he got the wrong idea. I spoke to soon.

I blushed a bit.

"Y-you know it's not like that, I was trying not to wake you up but you did at the worst timing ever." I say while stuttering.

He puts his hands on my hips.

W-w-what is he doing?!? I thought to myself.

My face is now bright red. I put hand over my face.

He chuckles.

"T-t-this isn't f-funny mister." I was flustered.

"It actually is.. for me." Now he just laughs.

"Jerk!" I remove my hands and start pouting.

"Awe is wittle Amber pouting?" He said in mocking baby's voice.

(Note: I spelled little like that on purpose.)

"Hmph." I turn my head to the side and cross my arms.

I can tell he rolled his eyes in a playful manner. He sat up.

He began to pinch my cheeks.

"Awe Amber you're so cute when you're mad." He smiled brightly.

I blushed a bit but I knew he couldn't tell because he was pinching my cheeks.

I remove his hands from my face.

"Aye buddy, no touching the merchandise." I try to say in the best Italian man voice.

We both chuckle.

I looked at him and he looked back.

"So, instead of making breakfast. Do you wanna go to Em's café to eat? It's my treat." He says with a smile."

I nod. "I'm paying."