The Girl he Wants

31- That Whole "Love" Thing.

***ELIZABETH'S P.O.V***

   Elizabeth is nudged, and snaps awake, her blue eyes automatically filled with confusion. Where is she? Why is she curled up against a guy? Who is it?

   Elizabeth turns her head up and after peering at Asher's uncanny smile, everything floods back to her. His confession of love and his explanation behind it. The way he talked to her as if he has known her for years and had just realized what he feels for her. The way she fell asleep so contently beside him, even if her feelings may be as tangled as a haystack.

   Elizabeth realizes her hand is resting on his chest, but she doesn't move it away. She can't.

   Literally, her fingers are frozen.

   "A-Asher..." Elizabeth's eyebrows shoot up. "My hand..."

   Asher's expression turns quizzical, but Elizabeth can hear the own fear in her voice and knows he can too. He sits up, bringing Elizabeth with him, and grabs her hand. She can barely feel his skin against hers and barely registers how hot his touch is. His eyebrows shoot up, his jaw working. "You're hand is ice cold."

   "Yeah..." Elizabeth laughs nervously, watching as Asher rubs her hand with both of his, creating welcoming heat. "I think my hand was in the path of the wind."

   "Ah." Asher nods, but then he quiets. The only noise is the sound of their skin rubbing together, and the distant sounds of the city far below.

   "I didn't mean to fall asleep." Pink distorts Elizabeth's cheeks, and her smile is full-on embarrassed.

   "It's alright. You were tired." Asher assures her softly. At the tone in his voice, Elizabeth glances into his pale eyes. They are turned down to her hand, but she can still pinpoint the caring glint that is filtering through them. How had she not seen it before?

   Well, she hadn't really looked deeply into this bad boy's eyes before he confessed her love to her.

  Love.

   Elizabeth shivers.

   Asher loves her.

   Elizabeth's mind soars into thoughts of what could happen if she says she loves him back and thoughts of what could happen if she says she doesn't, but she quickly stops her thoughts in their tracks. She can't think about this right now. She can't.

   Elizabeth pulls her hand away, tucking it at her stomach. Asher gazes at her curiously, but she only says, "Thanks."

   "No problem." He replies, nodding. "Are you feeling okay?"

   "Why?" Elizabeth's eyebrow peaks.

   "You're a little pale." Asher tells her, his blue eyes intense.

   It's probably because of that whole "love" thing, Elizabeth thinks to herself, but instead shakes her head and says, "I'm fine."

   "We should go inside." Asher suggests, stealing a glance into her eyes.

"Yeah." Elizabeth replies, and as they stand, Asher searches her eyes as if they would have answers to all the questions he has. They move to the ladder, climb down it, but as they are awaiting the elevator's arrival, Asher clears his throat and crosses his thick arms over his chest.