The Girl he Wants

30- The Bad Boy Just Confessed.

***ASHER'S P.O.V***

Tossing over onto his other side, Asher mutters to himself. "What the hell have I done?"

No matter how hard he tries, he cannot stop thinking about Elizabeth. How she kissed him. How her hands felt when they were against him. How her breath melted his heart. How she passed out. How cold she felt. How she looked so peaceful and so weak at the same time. How she woke up. How she smiled again. How she fills Asher with joy.

   Asher clears his throat. What the hell is wrong with him? Why is there a hole in his stomach? Why does he feel like he made a bad move when it's clear he and Elizabeth enjoyed every second of it?

Maybe it's because you're not a good person and you know getting this close to her could hurt her, Asher thinks, but shakes the thought away. Elizabeth knows who you are. If she wasn't interested in you, she would've pull away.

Then, why is his stomach still churning?

Asher rips the covers off of him, tired of all the questions bouncing around in his exhausted mind. He's never really questioned himself like this before. Elizabeth has really gotten in his head. Literally.

Asher yanks his black jeans on, pulls his boots over his feet, and then rises to slip his leather jacket over his arms. Tucking his phone in his pocket and ruffling a hand through his long, thick, dirty blonde hair, he blinks away the stinging of his blue eyes.

He exits the room, taking a room key with him. The silence is unsettling, so he hurries through the empty hallway and glides into the elevator. Once inside, he hesitates, his eyes scrolling down the button options. When he spots the roof level, he figures it's the only place he can go and presses the button.

Fortunately, the power doesn't go out this time and he makes it all the way to the top level of the building. Easing off of it and stepping onto the roof, he tucks his hands in his leather jacket's pockets and breathes in the cold air contently. The rain thankfully stopped hours ago, but the air that filters through his nostrils still smells wet, as if he is standing beside a river at the moment.

Asher walks across the cement until he reaches the tough railing. He rests his arms on it, leaning over the city with wide eyes. Millions of city lights twinkle across the landscape, glittering in Asher's pale blue eyes. Gray clouds hang low--almost so low Asher wonders if he can touch them--and block the glimmering stars from above. The moon isn't showing either, but still the view is breathtaking, even to Asher.

"It's beautiful." Asher jumps out of his skin when he hears a girl's voice ring through the air. Whirling around, he realizes Elizabeth has been sitting on the tallest part of the building, her feet dangling over the edge. She's on the cement box that houses the elevator, and Asher hadn't even glanced her way upon arriving on the roof.

Elizabeth smiles at Asher's surprise. "Couldn't sleep?"

Asher nods, but says no more. He can't tell her it's because he couldn't stop thinking about her.

"Me neither. Even though I'm so tired..." Her legs swing back and forth, her blue eyes reflecting the precious city lights, and staring at her, all Asher wants at this very moment is a camera so he could keep this image of her forever. Which is weird. Why does he feel this way about her? What is his problem?

Elizabeth has light skinny jeans on, boots, and a black hoodie. Her brown hair isn't brushed and is as wild as a tiger's mane as it cups her face, but she looks so good with it like that. How? Asher will probably never know. Her cheeks are tainted a pink color, her breath escaping in a cloud in front of her.