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“Where’s my brother?” I question, if only to distract myself from his close proximity Up until recently, I’ little sister Lately, things have been…different Like all the air is sucked out of the room e’re in it And I can’t help but wonder how no one else feels it when it’s suffocating me
We’ve had a few alht even kissout of the bathroo on the opposite ith his ar, blonde hair dripping water ontoa puddle at hter, and he moved toward me He extended his arm, and I could feel the heat of his skin atI opened my eyes to see that aloof sripped the doorknob I was standing in front of
“I need to take a piss,” he said,past me I sed ht actually kissbehind me
“He’s at the pa
rty,” he says, bringing ering mortification of that day
“I never ht I’d chill here for a while” He doesn’t elaborate, but I knohat he means Until he cools off Until the alcohol catches up with his piece of shit dad, and he finally passes out
Rising on ash above his eyebrow to dry it off a little before applying the Band-Aid His eyes squeeze shut, and one hand co that tightening low in my stomach that only seems to happen when Asher is near
“It doesn’t look that bad now,” I say quietly, reaching forward to pluck the Band-Aid off the bed next to hih, and I try not to gasp Crazily, I wonder what that hand would feel like between ht froe over his cut with my thumbs
“Head wounds tend to look a lot worse than they really are,” Asher says, clearing his throat and pulling away I back up, still dazed, as he stands and reaches behind his neck to pull his blood-speckled white tee off his back before balling it up and tossing it to the floor I think he’s going to take one of Dash’s shirts, but he doesn’t He plops back down on the bed, exhaling roughly, running a hand through his hair I gulp watching the way his forearms flex with thethe muscles on his stomach, I have to look away
He’s always been s in his dark, htly pointed nose The dimples that I didn’t even know existed for an entire year into knowing hi, rins But a full-blown Asher Kelley smile is rarer than a blue moon Now that his shoulders are broader, his chest and arer, and his jaw more chiseled…he’s a man And he’s perfection Suddenly, I’m all too aware of my small breasts that visibly harden beneathevery bit of fourteen, feeling so inferior kneeling in front of this young god
Asher scrubs a hand down his face, and I notice that his knuckles are bloody, too, but the sight is nothing new
“Do you want ice?” I ask as I stand up, gesturing toward his hands
“What, this?” he asks, exa his knuckles “I’m fine”
“Do you want et with the hem of my shorts His eyes follow the movement, then move up my body until his eyes lock on mine
“No” His tone is firm, but he doesn’t elaborate My sto on the corner of my lip