My Turn

Chapter five

Wow guys so I ended up really enjoying writing this chapter. Hope yall like it as well:)
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Asher lays out a picnic blanket for us and puts a picnic basket on top of it. I'm so mesmerized by him I don't even notice the view until he points it out.

"This is my favorite spot," he says. "I come here all the time to think and get away from my troubles."

"What troubles could Asher Jennings have?" I ask jokingly. I didn't realize it but I hit a hard note when something in his face flickered.

"More than you could know," he responds.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I suggest nervous for his answer either way.

"Um, sure," he says. "I haven't told many people this, just my best friend, but my dad isn't such a great guy. He has a pretty stressful job and comes home each night really late after hitting the bar. But that's not all he hits. He always blames my mom for forcing him to have children and making him keep this torturous job so he can provide for us. He's slapped her more times than I care to admit.

"It started when I say about 8 or 9 years old and I was very confused. But even that first night, I stepped in front of my mom. I couldn't bare to see her get hurt, especially from the man I thought loved us all. Since then, we've all learned to make ourselves pretty invisible and it happens a lot less now. But every time I come to school with cuts or bruises on my face and I blame it on some accident or a fight, that's really what it's from."

That's such a terrible story. No wonder he is so shy. Asher looks up at me with his big blue-green beautiful eyes, he's clearly given a part of himself to me and it means the world to me that he trusts me with this information, even if I did have to endure such a tragic story.

"Oh Asher," I say my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I hope you know that none of this is your fault."

"It feels like it is," he counters. "Dad blames his stressful life on us. He has to provide for his kids so he has to have this job that he hates."

"Hey," I tell him stroking his arm. "No one is making him keep his job. And you didn't ask to be brought into this world. Although I'm sure glad you were."

He smiles at me and leans in for a kiss. It feels like the whole world is spinning around me and I can hear one of those romantic love songs playing in my mind. I don't know how long we stay like that, lips pressed against each other's and bodies mushed together, but at some point we both pull away.

"I did bring food," he announces.

"I can see," I say. "Are you ready to eat?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," he responds with a smirk on his face.

We pull out the food and dig in. As I take my first bite I let out a moan. Oops! Asher laughs.

"Enjoying the food?" He asks.

"I thought the palace had the best food ever," I say. "But this...this is something else."

"Thanks," he says blushing a little. So humble.

"Wait...hold up, did you make this?!" I ask in disbelief. Who knew he was such a chef? His list of attributes just keeps growing.

"Maybe..." he says ducking his head with a goofy little smile spread across his face.

"Asher!" I yell shoving him. "How did you learn to cook like that?"

"I don't know," he says shrugging. "I've just always had a knack for it."

I praise him some more and we continue eating. Our dinner is filled with laughs and enjoyment. He even brought grapes and we take turns throwing them into each other mouths. He is extremely good at catching them, he blames it on his basketball skills. I, however, am very rotten at it.

"Okay, okay," I say as yet another one lands in the dirt. "You should just stop throwing them at me, we're wasting perfectly good grapes!" He laughs as he puts the grapes away.

He scotches next to me and I snuggle up closer to him.

"There's no one here," he says looking around. "So there's no need for this." He takes off my wig, which I completely forgot was there, and lowers my glasses, his hands taunting my cheeks for contact with them.

"Beautiful," he whispers into my ear. I can feel his breath in my ear as he describes me. Heat strikes there and spreads throughout my body making me long for him.

We then engulf each other into another earth shattering kiss. Each time I kiss Asher I feel like it can't get any better. Like there is definitely no way a kiss could be better than this one right here. But each time I kiss him, I'm proven wrong.

We move our kiss down towards the blanket and deepen our passion. I allow my eyes to flutter open for a moment taking in the beautifulness that is Asher Jennings. After what seems like forever and no time at all we break away and our noses say touching.

I open my eyes and see that he is staring at me with an admiring look in his mysterious eyes. I smile up at him and we turn to gaze at the sky. The sun is setting so the sky is a beautiful array of pink, yellow, and oranges. Not the kind where it looks like it's on fire, the kind that looks like Cotten candy. I close my eyes absorbing this moment completely. I rest my head on Asher's shoulder and accidentally let the mistress of sleep whisk me under her spell.