Page 6 of Finally Yours
Sophie leans forward and props her chin in her hands. “How was it? Was it magical? Was it everything you dreamed of?”
“Was there tongue involved?” Reina also leans forward in anticipation of my story.
I sigh and can’t stop my smile. “It was magical, and it was everything I’ve ever dreamed of. All these years I’ve dreamed about it…and the reality was even better. And yes, Reina, you perv, there was tongue involved. Lots of tongue. Lots of magic. But now…”
Reina raises an eyebrow, “Hot doc is on the run?” she guesses.
“How’d you know?” I ask quietly.
“Because he’s a man and they all run like scaredy cats when they realize they’re in love,” Sophie answers.
I snort. “In love? The last two days he has barely looked me in the eyes when we pass in the hallway. And he warned me away right after we kissed.”
“Classic,” Reina murmurs. “Freakin’ classic.”
I shrug. “Maybe it is, but what do I do now? I know there’s something there. Sparks were flying when we were stuck in that supply closet together. And he said he’s been attracted to me for a long time. Since I was nineteen, to be exact.”
Sophie squeals. “Aw, that’s so romantic.”
Reina rolls her eyes. “Romantic, my ass. He admitted shit, and now he’s a scared little rabbit. Sometimes men are so frustrating.”
We all nod our heads at that statement.
“So, what do I do? What’s your advice?” I ask, desperate for an idea of what to do. I can’t keep walking around in this limbo land.
Reina and Sophie both look at each other and then me. They both grin and I feel a sudden bolt of fear.What are they up to?
“Seduction,” they say in unison.
Chapter Seven
Lyla’s acting weird, but then again so am I. I can’t get her out of my head. Or my heart, it seems. -Asher
Asher
Lyla’s acting weird. She keeps sending me sneaky glances and has barely said two words to me since the incident in the closet. To be honest, I’m barely talking to her either. Actually, I’m not talking at all. What do I say to the woman whom I’m wildly attracted to, but know I can’t have?
I turn over in bed again and bunch my pillow up. I punch it a few times for good measure. It’s one in the morning, for god’s sake. I’m almost forty. I should be asleep. I have to be up for…well, nothing. I’m off tomorrow. So is Lyla.
Lyla. Always Lyla. My gaze drifts to the picture of her, Mike, and I on the dresser.What would Mike say if he knew I wanted to date his daughter? That I thought of more than just dating her? That I thought of forever with her?
I shake my head and stare at the ceiling. He would probably laugh his ass off and then beat the shit out of me.
My last conversation with Mike was about Lyla. My mind goes back to that day.
I stood by his bedside adjusting some of the monitors while he slept, or so I thought. He startled me when his raspy voice said my name.
“Mike?” I asked tentatively and touched his hand. He hadn’t talked in a few days, so his voice surprised me.
“W…water?” he asked in a small voice.
I gave him a sip through a straw and winced as he struggled to swallow.
Mike had once been an invincible man in my opinion. He was robust and strong, built like Hulk Hogan, but a softie when it came to his daughter. He had become my role model over the last seven years and had spent more time with me than my dad ever did.
Looking at him in that hospital bed had been heartbreaking for all of us. His muscles had withered away and his blonde hair, so similar to Lyla’s had fallen out after all the chemo treatments. He looked like a shrunken man. We had fought the tumors in his brain for over a year, but the tumors had won as they too often did.
Mike lifted a frail hand and gestured for me to come closer. “Asher, come here. I have something I n…need to tell you.” He licked his dry lips again and I tried to ignore the instinct to swab them again.
