Opposites Attract

Chapter 5: If I had a dollar for everytime I've heard that

My lips mold with his, slow and steady. They are soft and gentle, just how I would imagine the perfect kiss to wake Sleeping Beauty. One of his hands moves off the bed and tucks my hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek. As our slips slowly separate, they hover over each other, brushing together, our eyes still closed. Asher sighs and rolls back over onto his back.

“Well fuck,” he says and I can't tell whether it's a ‘well fuck that was good’ or ‘well fuck that felt like kissing a French bulldog’.  “I really shouldn't have done that.”  I guess that answers that.  

“Right, then I guess I should go.” I pause a minute and then stand up, picking up my bag and walking towards the door.  

“Jane, can we just forget-” he begins but I cut him off.  

"Sure, Asher. We can just forget about it.” I snap at him and by the look on his face I can tell he hears my annoyance.  

“Look, Jane it was just one kiss, it didn't mean anything.”   

“That's rich.”  

“Jane, its just better if you go and no one finds out about this. This won't look good for you, I don't exactly have a squeaky clean record.”

“You've been to prison?” He shrugs. “How long?”  

“The longest has only ever been a night.” He defends.  

“What for?”  

“A couple of different things.” I sigh at the lack of information he provides me.  

“Your past doesn't define you, Asher.”  

“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that, I’d be a fucking billionaire.” We sit in silence for a few minutes. I'm unsure as to whether he wants me to leave or not.  

“Why did you bring me tonight?” I decide to break the silence by asking him the one thing that has been bothering me since we left the school parking lot.  

“I never meant for you to know about any of this.” He confesses. “People know my dad is a crook, but not a lot of people know he's a drunk. I don't think they would care if they knew, anyway. As for Troy, I like to forget he exists. He is more like my dad than he’d like to admit.” Asher explains.  

“I’m glad I went with you.” I admit to him.  

“Why because I kissed you after?” He jokes and I scoff. “I’m serious though, Jane. It is probably better if you go.” I open my mouth to argue but the sound of his front door opening and slamming closed stops me.  

“Wayland, are you here?” An all too familiar voice shouts from downstairs.