Perspective

16-I'm disappointed

"You're so stupid, Chase," Asher says, icing my knuckles.

"I know," I tell him. "She totally deserved it, though."

"Yeah. She really did. I'm going to give you permission to whoop her ass every time she says dumb shit again."

"I can't wait."

"I'm kidding, we don't want to kill her."

"We don't?"

"Chase," Asher gives me a pointed look.

"Fine, I'm just kidding," I say. "Not," I add under my breath.

"I heard that," Asher glares at me but I can see his smile.

"That was the goal."

"I'm disappointed in you," He suddenly says, his voice sounding more serious. "I thought you were better than that."

Shit. Did I fuck up?

"You have such a shitty punch," Asher finishes with a loud laugh.

I let out a sigh of relief as he continues to laugh.

"Who even taught you to punch?" He questions, laughing harder.

I feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment. "No one."

"Yeah, that's pretty clear."

"Gee thanks," I roll my eyes.

"You're really lucky you didn't fuck up your fingers."

I look down at my hand which has broken skin on the kuncles and a light swelling on the fingers.

"I guess," I murmur.

"Dumbass," Asher remarks, standing up and ruffling my hair.

I smack him away with my good hand.

"Don't touch my hair, dude," I warn.

He steps forward and looks down at me. "What if I do?"

I smile. "I'll cut your hands off. You can say bye-bye to your football career, driving your motorcycle, and even playing with Harper."

The last one makes his eyes widen. He glances at his son who is asleep.

"You should shave your head," he tells me.

Excuse me?! I PUT IT SO MUCH EFFORT TO GROW MY HAIR AND WANTS ME TO JUST SHAVE IT? WHAT KIND OF PERSON DOES HE THINK HE IS?

"That way, I won't touch it anymore," He finishes.

I roll my eyes. "I have a better idea, Bradley." I yank him forward by the collar of his shirt. "You can learn to keep your hands to yourself."

He bites his bottom lip. "I hope you realize our position right now."

I look at him and immediately drop my hands from his shirt.

"You are so annoying, Asher," I say.

"I know," He replies with a wink. He stands up straight and stretches. His shirt rides up, exposing his v-line.

"You're drooling," He says.

I immediately wipe my mouth with my sleeve and frown when I realize that I wasn't.

"Works like a charm," Asher chortles.

I let out a frustrated groan. "I'm going to—"

"Fuck me?"

"Fucking kill you."

"You want to kill this sexy piece of meat?"

"Who would that be?"