Page 122 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterThirty-Five
WHITNEY
Somewhere around orgasm number seven, I forget how to think. Eventually, Trev takes mercy on me and lets me fall into a blissful, pleasure induced sleep. I wake up around three in the morning to soft snoring. Trev is fast asleep but Asher’s missing. With a little frown, I carefully climb off the bed and tip-toe out of the room. I creep over to Avi and Hayden’s room and peek inside. They’re both crashed out, but Asher isn’t in there either. A soft click comes from the front of the house, so I quietly pad down the hall.
Asher is at the stove, mixing something in a small pot. He glances over when I step into the kitchen.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“No. You?” I hoist myself onto the counter next to him, resting my back against the top cabinets. “What are you making?”
“Hot chocolate, want some?”
“Sure.” I run my fingers over the boxers Trev let me borrow.
“I wake up around three or four a few times a week. Hot chocolate helps me relax, and sometimes I can fall asleep again.” He grabs two mugs from the cabinet and pours the drink inside. “You’re in luck, usually I make two servings for myself.” He hands me a mug.
“Oh, I don’t want to take your stuff, I can have water.” I don’t take the mug.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I want you to have this.” He slowly eases the drink toward my mouth. “Please take it or this is about to get really awkward.”
I chuckle and grab the hot chocolate. “Thank you.”
Beaming, he nods his head and takes a sip. “Of course. Come sit with me.”
We move into the living room and sit side by side on the couch. He places his arm over my shoulder and I scoot a little closer, basking in the physical contact.
“You know I used to hate hugs for the longest time?”
“Yeah?”
I take a sip of the drink. Rich, creamy chocolate at the perfect temperature. “Yeah. Granny hugged me all the time. It wasn’t until recently that I started enjoying them.” I glance at the brown liquid in my cup.
“Hugs are awesome,” Asher says gently. “I’ll hug you whenever you want.”
I smile at him and push my sorrow aside. It hasn’t gotten any easier to talk or think about her. They say time heals all wounds, but I don’t see how that’ll be possible with Granny’s death. The grief is like a knife to my gut.
“My mom gives the best hugs. She was always so open with her affection.”
A sharp stab of jealousy hits me. I used to fantasize about living in a functional family. In the cellar, I’d trace little stick families in the dirt on the floor and make up stories to help pass the time.
“Melanie is amazing,” I muse instead of continuing down that path. Those thoughts will only ruin the moment, and I’m tired of letting my mother destroy the good things in my life.
“If you ask her for a real one, maybe you can experience the epicness of her hug.”
“I feel like you’re overselling it. What if it’s not as epic as you say and then Melanie gets all sad because I’m disappointed in her hugging abilities?”
Asher scoffs. “Impossible. Hey, have you ever been out to the White Wash waterfall?”
“No. I haven’t really hiked before.”
“We’ll fix that. It’s so gorgeous out there.”
“I probably won’t be able to though, with everything going on.”
“You will,” he says adamantly. “I’ll make sure of it. I’ll sneak you out if I have to.”
“Something tells me Trev would be pissed.” I take another drink and hum in appreciation.
