hesitate to respond to that question. I want her to know exactly how I feel about her.
Her lips are so soft between mine, I can't help but be gentle, kissing her slow. Becca loosens her arms from my neck, only to run her fingers through my hair. It makes me desperate to touch her more. I pull her closer, resting one hand on her neck to keep her lips on mine, and the other on the small of her back.
Without warning, Becca's stomach growls, making us break apart as we laugh and gasp for air.
I grin at her. "Maybe I should head upstairs and grab us that food?"
She looks down, with a small smile on her face, and I would bet she's blushing, even though it's too dark to tell for sure.
"That's probably a good idea."
I reach out and tip her chin up, so I can see her eyes. Leaning over, I leave a quick kiss on her cheek.
"I'm on it," I say, as I walk out of the room.
Chapter Twelve
Becca
That kiss! When Asher first went upstairs to see what he could scrounge up for food, I could hardly stop smiling. It felt so good to be in his arms. To feel his lips on mine. But now that he’s been gone for a few minutes, I’m starting to wonder if that was such a good idea. I really care about him. And I’m pretty sure he cares about me. Exhibit A: skipping meals just to make sure I don’t wake up alone.
But, did he kiss me because he feels sorry for me? Does he see me differently now that he knows what Trip did to me? And what if this changes everything? Asher has been one of my best friends for like, nine years. I would die if I couldn’t be around him anymore just because we couldn’t make a more-than-friends relationship work. Ugh. I don’t know what I want anymore. I just know I can’t stand to lose him.
“Alright, I’ve got some grilled fish, cheese and crackers, corn, mashed potatoes, and a banana. I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I grabbed a little bit of everything.”
This. This is what I love about Asher. He is so considerate, and thinks about other people before himself. I don’t deserve him.
Grabbing the banana, and peeling it, I say, “Thank you. And not just for the food. For everything you did for me today.”
Asher picks up the grilled fish with his fingers, and tears a piece off before popping it into his mouth. “There is no need to thank me. I wanted to do it for you. I just wish there were something I could do to take away what he did to you. It’s not fair that he did all those things, and you are the one who is still suffering for it.”
I don’t want Asher to feel sorry for me. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. So much of what happened could have been avoided if I just would have handled everything better. So I try to change the subject. “Say, we never finished that game of corn hole.”
Asher has a contemplative look on his face. He finishes eating his fish, chewing slowly. Then he says, “I forfeit. What you told me this afternoon answered at least one of the questions I wanted to ask you anyway. So you can take the win. What three questions would you like to ask me?”
Well, if he had asked me that before I turned my stupid phone back on, I would have been able to spout off three questions without really even thinking about it. But for some reason, now, I feel like everything is changing around me. And the questions I would have asked him earlier seem petty, and stupid. I take the last bite of my banana, and put its peel back on the plate. I think I’m going to start with one that seems kind of unimportant, and build up to the question I really want to ask him.
“Alright, here’s my first question: what schools are you going to apply to?”
“Way to start off with a tough one, Becca,” he grumbles. He thinks this is hard to answer? I thought he’d already have this all figured out. “I haven’t decided for sure what I’d like to major in. Of course, I will apply to Syracuse University to get my BA in architecture, since my parents went
Her lips are so soft between mine, I can't help but be gentle, kissing her slow. Becca loosens her arms from my neck, only to run her fingers through my hair. It makes me desperate to touch her more. I pull her closer, resting one hand on her neck to keep her lips on mine, and the other on the small of her back.
Without warning, Becca's stomach growls, making us break apart as we laugh and gasp for air.
I grin at her. "Maybe I should head upstairs and grab us that food?"
She looks down, with a small smile on her face, and I would bet she's blushing, even though it's too dark to tell for sure.
"That's probably a good idea."
I reach out and tip her chin up, so I can see her eyes. Leaning over, I leave a quick kiss on her cheek.
"I'm on it," I say, as I walk out of the room.
Chapter Twelve
Becca
That kiss! When Asher first went upstairs to see what he could scrounge up for food, I could hardly stop smiling. It felt so good to be in his arms. To feel his lips on mine. But now that he’s been gone for a few minutes, I’m starting to wonder if that was such a good idea. I really care about him. And I’m pretty sure he cares about me. Exhibit A: skipping meals just to make sure I don’t wake up alone.
But, did he kiss me because he feels sorry for me? Does he see me differently now that he knows what Trip did to me? And what if this changes everything? Asher has been one of my best friends for like, nine years. I would die if I couldn’t be around him anymore just because we couldn’t make a more-than-friends relationship work. Ugh. I don’t know what I want anymore. I just know I can’t stand to lose him.
“Alright, I’ve got some grilled fish, cheese and crackers, corn, mashed potatoes, and a banana. I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I grabbed a little bit of everything.”
This. This is what I love about Asher. He is so considerate, and thinks about other people before himself. I don’t deserve him.
Grabbing the banana, and peeling it, I say, “Thank you. And not just for the food. For everything you did for me today.”
Asher picks up the grilled fish with his fingers, and tears a piece off before popping it into his mouth. “There is no need to thank me. I wanted to do it for you. I just wish there were something I could do to take away what he did to you. It’s not fair that he did all those things, and you are the one who is still suffering for it.”
I don’t want Asher to feel sorry for me. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. So much of what happened could have been avoided if I just would have handled everything better. So I try to change the subject. “Say, we never finished that game of corn hole.”
Asher has a contemplative look on his face. He finishes eating his fish, chewing slowly. Then he says, “I forfeit. What you told me this afternoon answered at least one of the questions I wanted to ask you anyway. So you can take the win. What three questions would you like to ask me?”
Well, if he had asked me that before I turned my stupid phone back on, I would have been able to spout off three questions without really even thinking about it. But for some reason, now, I feel like everything is changing around me. And the questions I would have asked him earlier seem petty, and stupid. I take the last bite of my banana, and put its peel back on the plate. I think I’m going to start with one that seems kind of unimportant, and build up to the question I really want to ask him.
“Alright, here’s my first question: what schools are you going to apply to?”
“Way to start off with a tough one, Becca,” he grumbles. He thinks this is hard to answer? I thought he’d already have this all figured out. “I haven’t decided for sure what I’d like to major in. Of course, I will apply to Syracuse University to get my BA in architecture, since my parents went
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