The Brain and The Brawn [ON HOLD]

Chapter 23-A Dinner To Remeber

I shift in my bed, but I'm prevented from doing so. I open my eyes and find Asher swallowing me up in his grasp. His arms and legs have me trapped.

Now that I'm awake, this isn't even my bed. I'm still on the couch, where I was before I fell asleep. I slip my arm from under his big, muscly one.

I flip my wrist and my watch lights up saying it's 5:30. It's 5:30!

I tap Asher on his shoulder, he shrugs it off but doesn't open his eyes "Hey Loverboy..."

He mumbles as a response, but still doesn't get up.

"Do you know it's 5:30?" I reply.

"That's nice." he mutters and he tightens his grip on me.

I try again to wriggle free from his grasp but he pulls me to him.

"Stay." he pleads with me. He snuggles himself in the crook of my neck and the whisps of his breathe fan against my skin, causing little goosebumps on every inch of my body.

No, Peyton! Bad girl!

"As much as I would like to throw the day away keeping my ass on this couch, I would rather eat or do something productive while the sun is still up." I try to sit up, but I'm quickly pushed back down.

"Oh no you're not." he replies. He lifts his head and looks at me with his devilish smile.

"But I'm hungry!" I plead with him.

"Do you want me to order pizza or do I cook something for you?" he asks.

"You cook?!" I reply, my eyebrows are raised in surprise.

"First of all, why do you always sound surprised when I tell you something. I'm not completely useless." he rolls his eyes, but his smile is still there.

"Well..." I start but Asher squeezes me in his arms to keep me from finishing my sentence.

"And second of all," he starts as he rolls his eyes for the second time "I'm no Master Chef, but I know how to make the basics." he smirks and cocks his eyebrow.

"Like?"

"Um, pasta-" he starts.

"Stop. Say no more, I want to try your pasta." I give a smile as Asher rolls over me to get to his feet.

He extends his hands waiting for me to place mine in his, but I cross my arms over my chest and give him a questioningly look. Asher challenges me with the same look and falls on top of me so that he can slide his arms under my back. He pulls me up and hauls me over his shoulder.

I dangle like a wet rag on the clothesline and my eyes land on his rear end, seeing his boxers peak from underneath his low-waisted sweatpants.

"Nice Superman boxers. Where'd you get them? In the children section." I laugh as he carries me through the hall towards the kitchen doors.

"Clever. Nice granny panties. I'm guessing you got them from your Gran's drawer." his whole body moves with his laugh.

"I don't wear granny underwear." I stretch the waist band of his sweatpants and release so that it snaps his waist.

"HEY!" he pinches me in the ass and I kick to prevent it, but it's useless. "I know you're not wearing granny panties, calm down."

"How would you know?"

"I see blue lace peaking from your 'way too short' shorts."

"OH MY GOD!" I wriggle to try to cover my parts and lower the shorts to around my hips "YOU'RE SUCH A PERV!"

"I'm the perv!" he starts "you're the one checking out my ass, so it's only fair that I do the same."

"I'm face to face with your ass, what else could I see?!" I lift up and twist myself to look at him.

"Well your ass is in my view." he traces little circles on the back of my thighs.

I kick my legs once again "Stop! I'm ticklish!" I squeal.

He removes his arms from the back of my thighs to hold my mid area and slowly sets me back down onto the floor.

Humph! I frown and turn around to enter my kitchen.

***

Asher walks around the island and sets his palms on the counter top, looking at me waiting for a response.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I cross my arms and stare back at him.

"I'm waiting for you to answer my question."

"I told you I don't care." I respond.

"My question was not 'do you care or not'. I asked what you want on your pasta." he stands up straight and crosses his arms.

"And I said 'I don't care'." my stomach starts to grumble stopping me from letting me roll my eyes.

"Better answer quick, or else you and your stomach won't be on good terms anymore." he chuckles at his stupid little remark.

"Fine. I want Fettuccine Alfredo." quickly adding a "please" after.

"Coming right up." he smirks and motions me to come over and help him.

***

Asher's cooking wasn't that bad. He didn't even really ask me to help with anything. It was cute to see him pacing back and forth from the stove to the sink to the fridge to check the sauce, to check if the pot was filled with water or to pull out the ingredients.

After everything was put together, he grabbed two bowls and I pulled out two cans of soda. We walked out onto the deck in my backward and sat ourselves near the edge of the pool.

We dipped our feet in the blue shimmery water, but slipped them out since it was freezing.

We crossed our legs and talked as we licked our plates clean.

Once the dirty dishes were set aside, we stayed there and watched the sun set over Connecticut. I lay my head on Asher's shoulder and he moves to wrap his arm around me.

I closed my eyes for two seconds, but then the front door opens and I can hear little chit chat that can only come from my mom and sister.

"I think that's my cue to leave," Asher slowly raises to his feet, gathering the bowls and empty soda cans "sweet dreams, Westscott. See ya tomorrow."

Asher stands behind me, making me strain my neck up to look at him. He bends down and gives me a peck on the forehead.

Without another word, he slips through the patio door, not to be seen for the rest of the night.

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Hello my lovelies!
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