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He now has one hand on my throat and the other on my hip, squeezing like he’s ready to break me in two. Fuck, I wish he would.

I make a risky move when I twirl my tongue around his, sucking on it as he moans. I reach my hand out, trailing over his abs before my fingers slip beneath his waistband. He gasps roughly, but my fingers don’t make it more than an inch or two before the bathroom door is opening and Asher is leaping away.

Looking up at Skyla, she watches us with surprised eyes as Asher sits hunched over the bed, storming out of the room without a second wasted. I watch him go, a small part of me hurting at his hot and cold attitude, before I turn to Skyla and shrug. She gives me a sad smile before crawling on top of me. She lays there for several minutes just holding me and it feels amazing. I guess she’s not mad that she found us making out. I didn’t expect she would be since she kind of initiated this whole thing. Only problem now is, I don’t know how I’m ever going to be expected to forget it.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Skyla

Liam and I lay there for several minutes before he kisses the top of my head and moves to stand up. I let him go as he heads to the shower, shutting the door behind him. I don’t know what I was expecting today to entail, but it definitely wasn’t that. Not that I’m complaining. Have I manifested my boyfriends becoming boyfriends?

Probably not, if Asher’s reaction is anything to go off. Deciding to get dressed and go in search of him, I slip on a cozy green sweater and a pair of jeans before padding my way down the stairs. In the kitchen, I find Asher making coffee, his hands gripping the countertop tightly.

Frowning to myself, I step up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I rest my head against his back. I feel his hand cover my arm as he stands up straighter before turning to face me.

When he does, so many emotions are playing across his face that I’m not sure which ones to focus on first. So, instead of trying to guess, I go for the old-school method of communication.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he snaps quickly. “Are we okay, though?”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I just figured maybe you’d be upset about…you know.”

He turns his head to look anywhere but at me, and I lift my hand to force his eyes to meet my own.

“Babe, I’m not mad. Not even a little. I practically begged for it last night,” I laugh. “It was hot to walk in on; I only wish you wouldn’t have ran away.”

He pushes out of my hold, shaking his head as he laps the kitchen.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m probably still drunk or something.”

I frown at that.

“We didn’t drink last night.”

Asher pauses, his hand running through his hair as he shrugs.

“Whatever. Don’t worry, princess. I can promise that shit will never happen again,” he says as he comes back over to me, grabbing a cup for his coffee.

“But it can if you want it to, that’s what I’m saying. I have no problem with it, at all. Trust me,” I say, with a short laugh.

Asher shakes his head tersely, and my smile falls as I nod. Clearly, he doesn’t want to talk, and I’m not going to force him. So, I reach into my pocket and shoot a text to Wesley asking if he’s free to give me a ride to the university. He responds almost immediately, telling me that he’s on his way.

Liam appears in the next moment, wet hair from the shower and fresh clothes from his stash in my room. He sends Asher a hesitant look, to which he doesn’t even meet his eyes before Liam gives me a tight smile and a kiss to the forehead.

Asher finishes his coffee, setting the cup down and rinsing it out before storming out of the room.

“Wesley is picking me up,” I say, so he doesn’t wonder why I’m gone when he gets out of the shower.

He pauses, and I expect him to say something. To argue, to forbid it or even just acknowledge that I spoke. Instead, he just keeps moving, acting as if he never heard me.

“I’m sorry,” Liam says. “I think that’s my fault,” he says, as he nods in the direction Asher disappeared.

I shake my head. “Whatever is going on in his head is a him problem. You’re golden,” I say, as I lean up and press a kiss to his lips.

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