My Turn

Chapter three

I told mom I was going to study with Allie. I left wearing sweats and a t-shirt but in my "study bag" I had a change of cloths and makeup. I traded my sweats for a tight short black skirt, one mom was unaware I owned because she would probably disown me for it. And lost my t-shirt for a strapless maroon crop top. Then I applied my makeup, I wanted to look perfect for when Asher saw me. After looking myself once over I decided I looked party ready and drove off to Josh's house.

As I enter through the front door, I'm hit with the sound of loud music blasting and the poignant smell of cheap alcohol. I've never drank before, and I didn't plan on drinking tonight. I found it creepy that a drink can alter your decision making and your memory, I want to be in control of myself thank you very much. My thoughts are interrupted when I see Asher from across the crowd heading towards me. EEP!

I try to play it cool as best I can.

"Hey May!" He shouts over the loud music. "Glad you came."

"Yeah!" I reply. "I don't get out much so this is nice."

"Want to go somewhere quieter to talk?" He yells. I nod my head and he leads me upstairs. Um why are we going upstairs? Just as I'm about to get worried we enter a room that is, thankfully not a bedroom.

"Woah," I say letting out a breath. The room we've entered has a long wall and celling made completely out of glass. It's very beautiful.

"This is my favorite place in Josh'a house," he tells me leading us to a couch.

"I can see why," I respond. "It's so beautiful."

"Yeah," he says still staring at me.

"So," he begins. "How was your break?"

"Good I guess," I reply. "I spent it at the castle so that's always fun, I guess. Although I did get to see my niece and nephew enjoy the gifts Santa brought them. They are so cute!"

"What's it like?" He asks.

"What's what like?" I say confused.

"Being sisters with the Queen, always in the spotlight," he clarifies. "I imagine it could get difficult."

"You have no idea," I confess glad that someone actually cared about how this whole royalty thing affected me. "I mean at the beginning I was thrilled that she won, over the moon. And I loved all the extra attention. I thought it would die down after at least a year, but it hasn't. America says the press loves me so much because of my bubbling personality but I can help it, that's just how I am." He nods showing that he understands me. It feels nice to see that someone gets me.

"I see you all the time at the store on magazine covers," he starts. "You look really beautiful." I swear I was turning as red as a tomato. Good thing it was dark.

"Thanks," I say. "And I guess now might be a good time to tell you, all the girls wait in your line because your so cute, and they are hoping maybe you'll notice one of them."

"I have," he says. "I've noticed you." I swear my heart stops beating and then speeds up again. I'm so lost in my own thoughts that I don't even realize he's leaning in to kiss me. Once I do see that it's happening I move forward and our lips are brought together.

Now, I've never kissed anyone, but I think this was pretty good. I felt his soft smooth lips brush mine and inhaled the same breath that he did. He slowly brought his hand above my waist and held me where my bare skin was showing. His hands felt so warm against my cold body. I brought my hands up to his sandy blond hair and curled my fingers through it. I don't know how long we made out for, it seemed like simultaneously forever and no time at all.

Once we stopped we pulled our lips apart but our noses were still brushing against each other. I smiled and bit my lip as Asher tried to catch his breath. Then we both pulled back father.

"Sorry," he says.

"Asher," I tell him. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Can't you tell I have a huge crush on you?"

"You do?" he asks so oblivious. It's so cute I have to giggle.

"Yes!" I tell him. "You can be so clueless."

"Sorry," he says again. Ugh why does he like to apologize so much?

"I think it's cute," I say.

"Really?" He asks hope evident in his voice. I nod as we lean in for another kiss.

This one was filled with more passion. I felt heat radiating off of him and into me through my mouth. His eyelashes tickled my cheeks. We pulled closer to each other until there was no more space to close. My hands tracked across his pronounced jawline and rested by his ears. If I had one word to describe it I would say it was electric.

My second kiss with Asher: electric.