Page 79 of Forbidden Hearts
She shouldn’t have to.
Asher
You could just say: thank you for letting me sleep, Asher. I really appreciate it and all the orgasms you gave me last night.
I could, but that’s not really my style. However, those were much appreciated. I need my car. Is there any way you can come get me today?
Asher
Look out front.
I walk over, and sure enough, it’s sitting in the driveway.
That was sweet of you.
Asher
Do I get my thank you now?
Thank you, Asher. I appreciate my vehicle and the orgasms.
Asher
Trouble. All right, I need to work. Behave, and I’ll see you later. Are you staying the night?
I gnaw on my thumbnail. Technically, I don’t really have to. He’s off tomorrow...well, he’s on call, but that kind of counts as off. I would normally stay at my house because I hadn’t wanted to be here. After last night, though, I really want to be here. I want to be in his arms and come apart again.
God, I’m a mess.
I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know.
Asher
Stay the night, Phoebe.
His command causes my stomach to flip, and I slip my phone into my bra before I text him something ridiculous and head to my room. Once there, I shower quickly, not washing my hair. I grab my best friend—dry shampoo—and put my hair in a fishtail.
I know it’s not actually possible to look different after mind-blowing sex, but I swear the girl in the mirror isn’t the same. My lips look plumper, face brighter, and the bags under my eyes are gone.
Or I’m insane. Either is possible.
My fingers rub against my lips, and it’s as if I can feel his touch.
I roll my eyes, groan, shake myself out of my sex-stupor, and grab my phone.
When I check my email, my stomach drops when I see one from University of Texas.
Instead of opening it, I text Emmeline.
I got my decision from Texas.
Maybe six seconds pass, but it feels like hours.
Emmeline
And????????????
I don’t know.
