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I know it’s a school night, but you always answer.
Can you make an appointment for me for the dentist tomorrow?
We need groceries.
I’m hungry.
Hello??
Hello???
Come pick me up now.
Void never showed, I want to go home.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I muttered as the bubbles appeared again and then disappeared. Jaxon strummed a very messed-up note, shocked by my word choice, and Drake’s head whipped up to me. But I ignored them and Kieron’s snort as my phone began ringing.
Sydney was calling me again.
“Ignore it,” Asher stated. “You need to get over to the couch and sit down while I get ice for your clearly injured ankle.” He jogged over to the freezer and yanked it open.
“Ignore it? It’s Sydney. This is the eighth time she’s called, and I have thirteen texts from her. Would you like me to read them to you?” I snapped and began going through her messages. Kieron blinked, stunned, sharing a confused glance with Jaxon. Drake shook his head.
“Why does she need you to make her a dentist appointment?” Kieron asked, and Asher closed the freezer, holding an ice pack.
“Because Cosette does everything for her friends, and they do nothing for her,” he grumbled. “Tell Sydney that she’ll have to take a cab tonight.That’s it. No explanation. Besides, you’re injured, so get your cute ass to that couch.”
My phone stopped ringing as I stared at him.
“The ice will melt if you don’t fucking get over there,” he prompted with a raised brow. “Or do I need to carry you?” He seemed so carefree, so nonchalant about the Sydney matter, yet extremely concerned about an ankle that’ll be bruised but mostly fine tomorrow.
Leaning back against the white, granite island counter, I paused. It would be really nice for once, to not have to go pick her up. To not have to go out of my way to make sure she didn’t puke on the drive home. I also wouldn’t have to help get her showered and changed. Plus, it was a school night, and I should technically be asleep already.
“Fine,” I grumbled and hobbled toward the couch. Asher followed me, slowly and less than an inch away. I swatted at him. “Back off, I’m completely capable of walking to the couch on my own without falling.”
“I know,” he said and casually clasped his hands behind his back.
Lowering myself down on the couch, I propped my leg up, and he put the ice pack on my ankle.
“Good girl. Now send the damn text.” Asher plopped himself down on the couch next to me and grabbed the guitar that was leaning against the seat.
Biting my bottom lip, I clicked on her messages once more and typed out his words.
You’ll have to take a cab tonight, sorry.
That was it. My thumb hovered over the send button. Bracing, I tapped the screen and watched it send.
“Did you do it?” Asher asked. I looked up from my phone and nodded. He smiled and patted his thigh. Relief filled my veins as I lay my head down in his lap and stared up at him while he trimmed along with Jaxon and Drake.
My eyes were heavy, and as the minutes ticked by, I felt myself drifting away. Falling asleep being serenaded by him.
Chapter 26
“I’m late!” I gasped, snapping up in bed.
Asher didn’t even stir at my sudden arousal from sleep. His face was smashed in the pillow, a soft snore leaving his lips. The blankets draped around his waist, leaving his bare torso exposed. I paused in my frenzy to stare at the delicious man I’d slept next to. My eyes slid across the ink that decorated his skin and up across the earrings in his ear. Drool involuntarily dripped from my mouth.
I’d slept in his shirt too. Why did it feel so much better to sleep in his clothes and not my own? I even had a few cute pajama sets, but his big T-shirt did a better job. Leaning sideways, I kissed his back several times, inhaling deeply with each brush of my lips against his body. He moaned lightly but didn’t move otherwise.
