Page 65 of Exactly What I Needed
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t expect to hear that again, Princess.”
I grinned, and he leaned down, kissing my lips.
When he pulled away, he pecked my forehead and then smiled to himself.
“By the way, all that stuff on the stage, was that because it was my birthday and you knew Danny was watching?”
He grinned wider. “Sure,” he replied, and I shook my head. “I want to see the pictures you guys took, though. Maybe one of those I’ll use as my background.”
“Sydney took the majority of them.”
“Yeah, but I’m not dating Sydney. Let me see yours.” He pointed at my phone I’d set on the ground beside the bench. Bending down, I picked it up and unlocked it. Handing it to him, he began scrolling through the pictures.
At first, he was expressionless, and then a smile crept across his face. He clicked on a few things, typed in something, and then handed me back my phone. I quickly unlocked it to see what he did and chuckled.
“You changed my background.” I studied the picture he’d chosen.
“Of course. It’s a requirement to have your boyfriend be front and center.” He grinned to himself, scrolling through his own phone.
“You realize that Sydney sent me that one,” I said, smiling at it. It seemed that despite her jealousy I’d seen when Asher had been dancing with me, she’d managed to take a couple pictures. His arm was wrapped around my body, the microphone to his mouth, but his eyes were glued to me. Hunger and desire plainly evident to see if you knew what you were looking at.
“Why that one?” I asked.
“Because it clearly shows that you’re mine,” he mindlessly muttered, still going through his phone. I quickly went to my messages to see what he’d sent himself and found he’d not sent a single one.
I furrowed my brows and glanced over his shoulder. “Where’d you get that?” I gasped as he adjusted the picture he was editing.
“No peeking!” He slammed his phone against his chest.
“Asher!”
“Princess.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I took it while watching you compose some music, just barely.” He pulled the cellphone away from his body.
“You don’t want one of us together?”
He glanced at me and shrugged his shoulders. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he leaned in and lifted his phone. “Say cheese,” he said and took a picture before I had much time to register what was going on. Chuckling, he studied the photo. “That’s actually really nice.”
“Send it to me?” I asked, and he nodded, his attention on his phone.
Suddenly, the door flew open. Asher immediately shot off the bench, stopping beside the piano, and I buried myself in my phone, pretending to be absorbed in it instead of Asher.
“Your friend is getting a bit impatient,” Kieron said, and Asher visibly relaxed. I breathed out in relief and raised my eyes to meet his grinning face. “Soooooo, I’m assuming you two worked your shit out?”
I glared at him.
Asher shook his head. “And you’ll keep your big mouth shut about it. Got it?”
“Obviously. I like her,” he replied as a matter of fact. “Now hurry up, and don’t come out together, or you’ll raise suspicion.” Kieron shut the door and disappeared from the room.
Asher glanced at me, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Well, you ready, Princess?”
No. I would much rather stay in here alone with this hunk of a man who had beaten up Danny for me.
“I need to fix my smudged makeup anyway. Let’s go.”
