Page 112 of Stone Seduction
He licked his lips, the action sending heat up my neck. “Anything. Watch a movie. Listen to music. Drink a bit more.”
All great ideas.
I sipped more of my drink, throwing up walls against probing sadness. “A movie would be great. Something lighthearted.”
“Deal.”
We showered and changed into comfortable clothes. Asher fetched some salt and vinegar crisps from the cupboard for himself, and a bumper-sized pack of strawberry creams for me.
He lit some candles to set the mood while I gathered my big blanket with the autumn leaf design. Finn gave it to me in celebration of my twenty-second birthday—four years ago on September twenty-second. A milestone birthday in his eyes on account of the day and my age matching. Also, with it being the first day of autumn, I needed the blanket to symbolize the occasion.
Finn logic.
I missed it so damn much.
As I snuggled under the blanket, the super soft material always smelling of pumpkin spice, guilt gnawed away. I was its juiciest meal. Again.
Why did I get to experience this moment of happiness with Asher while my poor brother suffered in the terror house?
You nasty disappointment…
God. Imagine the reaction of my parents if they discovered this latest nugget.
I grabbed my glass, knocking back the rest of my cocktail.
“You alright?” Asher asked, settling beside me.
“Ah. Yes.” I giggled to hide my anguish.
“Nice blanket.” He pulled it over his lap. “Cuddle?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice, sliding up to him. He put his arm around me, my head using his shoulder as a pillow.
Bliss. “Okay. Movie.”
Fuck off, guilt. Find another soul to snack on.
We choseNotting Hill, getting ourselves cozy in the candlelight.
So warm. So at ease in the security of this lighthouse, a hot man holding me close.
You don’t deserve this…
This movie didn’t cut it. More distraction was required. Something to consume me, to take me to nirvana.
I sat up, fixing Asher with a smoldering gaze. At least, I hoped it said smolder and not awkward.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, licking traces of mojito off his lips.
Smolder, smolder.
He removed the blanket.
I turned myself to face him fully, my cock a tentpole in my blue trackies.
He noticed, feral fire raging in his molten amber gaze. Once again, he licked his lips, releasing a deep yet gentle moan.
I placed my hand on his thigh, copping an eyeful of the bulge in his shorts. Ready for me, to pound any misery into the ether for a little while.
