Page 42 of Sweet Anarchy

Asher frowns, stepping over abandoned scraps of paper with college scribble. "Who the heck is George?"

"George!" I tell him, frustrated. "My friend, George. Remember, we went to collect the invitation?"

"Wait," he pauses. "From Rosevale? The guy from the bar?"

I stomp over to the closet, grabbing the bag I took away, checking the pockets. "Yes! I helped him set up his dating profile. It's totally slipped my mind recently. AHA!" I pull out the invitation from the internal pocket, checking the date. "Found it."

Asher walks up behind me, peering over my shoulder. "Do you think going to a wedding is safe right now?"

"Of course I do. Besides, I'll have you guys with me. Maybe… I need to figure out the plus one situation," I mumble, reaching into my shorts pocket for my phone.

"You can't expect to take all of us as your date," Asher says. "Weddings are expensive."

I sigh. "I know. But you guys will fight over it."

"Nah, we can just do rock-paper-scissors. I know Zayn always chooses scissors because he likes to wiggle his tongue in between them afterwards."

Snorting, I send a quick text to George, apologizing for my delay in replying but that I want to attend and how many guests is it possible to bring. I can't wait to have that conversation with him.

Asher stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my body. I smile, leaning back into him.

"So, what time does Chuck get here?" he asks.

I check the time on my phone screen. "Probably in an hour or so. I offered to go pick him up but he said Butch was already giving him a ride."

"We should have pizza or something special for dinner. Welcome him to the house."

I turn around, pressing into his chest. "Okay… what have you done with Asher?"

Asher scoffs. "What? Can't I be nice?"

"Not really," I mumble. "Do you want something? Is that why you're sucking up right now?"

"I do actually want something," Asher confirms, grinning.

I raise an eyebrow. "And what is that?"

Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back, resting my hands on his chest.

"I was hoping you'd have a shower with me," he says, pulling back slightly. "It's been awhile since I got you to myself in there."

I grab the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his stomach. He moves his arms, allowing me to fling it over his head.

I take a moment to look at his bare chest in appreciation, my fingers tracing his stomach muscles. "Okay," I answer softly. "Yours or mine?"

"We're already here, so yours," he says, lifting me up suddenly and carrying me towards the bathroom.

I let out a squeal, wrapping my legs around him as we head into the ensuite. Asher leans over into the shower, turning the shower handle while still holding me. He presses my back against the shower glass, kissing my neck as my legs slide down to the ground. His hands reach for my shorts, slowly removing them from my body.

"What the hell happened to your ass?" Asher asks, laughing when I turn around.

"Your brothers fucked me against a tree," I say, pulling my shirt off.

Asher shakes his head, kicking his pants off. "Typical. And here I just get boring showers."

I lean against him, our naked bodies pressing together. "There's nothing boring about our showers, Asher," I tell him, dragging my nails lightly down his chest.

"Nothing is boring with you, Ry," he says, grabbing my hand and leading me into the shower.

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