Coldmess

Gimme ten minutes. [Part two]

Warning: A long chapter ahead. Sorry about the length but I tried to shorten it as much as possible without degrading it.

Enjoy!!!

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{Cason's Pov}

I called Ash as soon as I reached the bus stop. He'd said ' Gimme ten minutes.' I wonder who was with him as I could hear someone snickering.

About five minutes later, Ash came into my view. His curly black hair which were usually tousled were done perfectly, maybe he got a haircut today. His forehead had tiny beads of sweat which glistened in the street lights as he passed by them. He was wearing his dorky glasses and a faint beard grew on his faintly angular jaw. I had the sudden urge to feel his rough cheeks against my palms but I couldn't do that.

He was wearing a white tee underneath a dark blue shirt which I realised was specked with white spray designs. He'd paired it with tight faded light blue jeans and white converses.

I felt awestruck, I'd never really seen Asher dressing up for something, he would usually just put on dark jeans and light plain t-shirts.

If only he was doing this for our date, I hope he was, I was really impressed. I liked Asher and I was trying to not make assumptions but he was making it difficult for me to not to.

"Hey" I said to him.

"So what next?" he asked.

As he turned and looked in the direction of the bus I couldn't help noticing how perfectly his jeans fit him. I forced myself to look away as my pants started getting uncomfortable.

"The bus will be here any minute."

'Asher is you're good friend and you're not gonna think about his butt' I kept repeating in my head. Our evening was gonna be a hell of an testosterone driven ride for me.

After we got into the bus, I paid for our tickets but Ash was quick to hand me his share. I wasn't usually the one to do things for someone without getting something in return but Ash was definitely an exception. I felt slightly disappointed at him paying but I had to remind myself, that's what normal friends do.

To avoid checking Ash out, I decided to talk of my game. I knew Ash wasn't much interested nor was he acquainted with most rules but yet I bored him with my story regards the game. It very well kept the dirty thoughts in my mind at check and Ash listened to me intently.

If I were him, I'd digress from a topic I wasn't interested in but Ash being the goody two shoes he was, didn't do any such thing. He was too good for me.

After we got there, I unintentionally took hold of Asher's hands. They were small and perfectly fitted in my broader ones.

His hands were warmer than mine and I could feel the energy surge that builded as I touched his soft skin.

Crossing the road and feeling my hopes rise a bit as Ash didn't leave my hand, I realised that we'd have to check in. I reluctantly let my hand loose the hearth his palm gave me and checked in.

As we came inside, he looked troubled but didn't mention anything when I asked him. We were a good deal ahead of time and I continued the conversation between us.

Ash was silent most of the time and I didn't mind the comfortable silence we had between us but I could barely keep quiet as my mind wanted to spill to him all details of my life.