Page 41 of Roped in Chaos
“What’s the occasion?” Asher speaks up.
I cough on the bite I was taking, look up at my grandparents, and widen my eyes. I give a small headshake to tell them to not say a fucking word without so many words.
“Oh uh—” Phillis says, getting the memo. “We just haven’t been home all that much so I figured I’d cook something we all enjoy.”
I slump against the chair. I really need to talk to Asher. Fuck.
I take another bite of my pasta, letting the cheesy bite linger in my mouth for just a moment before chewing and swallowing. I moan at just how delicious it is, and Asher gives me a little side-eye action before continuing eating. I hope my grandparents aren’t paying too much attention because now I know my face must be as red as the sauce I’m eating.
Once we all finish, Asher and I take care of the dishes, and then I head up to my room to pack. I throw everything into a suitcase, I don’t care to really go through it or neatly pack it. I’m not the same person I was when I showed up, so half this shit doesn’t matter anymore anyway.
Once I’m done, I head to Asher’s trailer. I knock on the door and wait, and it doesn’t take long for him to open the door for me. I’m pulled inside, and he’s all over me. His lips are on mine, and he grabs the back of my head to pull me closer. I put my hands on his chest to push away, but as soon as I do, he just comes back in. I get so wrapped up in him I can’t really say I mind.
“Ash,” I say. “We have to talk.”
“No, fucking kiss me.”
“Ash—”
He pulls away for just long enough to look at me.
“No, Es. We can talk later. I need you, I need your touch, I need to not think about the fucking clock. Talk later.” He leans in and kisses me. “Be here with me now.”
I’m the one who leans back in and kisses him. It’s slow and deep, and we walk backward until we get to the bed. We fall together onto the soft surface and just kiss. His hands roam everywhere. They are behind my head and on my shoulder then on my arm and grabbing my ass. It’s like he can’t decide where he wants to touch me. We kiss until we’re both panting, wanting to go all the way again, but also savoring the moment. I collapse into the crook of his shoulder and look up at him. We kiss again, this time slower and full of unspoken emotions. We kiss until it gets dark, and he falls asleep. I lay in the same spot, listening to his breathing for the last time. I stare at the ceiling while the tears slowly roll down my cheek.
Once I’m sure he’s asleep, I slowly crawl out of bed. I give Bruno a last pat on the head, and he wags his tail at me.
“You be a good boy,” I whisper.
Before I can overthink it anymore, I leave the trailer, grab my bag, and get ready to head to the airport.
Chapter32
Under My Skin
Asher
Iwake up, and Esme isn’t in bed with me. I stretch and adjust my cock, our make-out sesh, and now the morning wood, has me hard as a rock. Last night was good, though, so much intimacy without going anywhere. There’s something special about sharing that with someone.
I skim my hand over her side, and it’s cold. I immediately sit up and listen for any signs of her, but I don’t hear anything. Bruno is whining at the door, so I get up to let him out. He runs off to take his morning pee, and I peek out to see what’s going on. Everything looks normal outside, where the fuck is she?
I close the door and get dressed, making sure I check the bathroom in case she’s being ultra quiet. No luck, so I head to the house. Maybe she crawled back into her own bed? Although I’m not sure why she would’ve. Oh well, I’ll just surprise her with breakfast again, and maybe we can have a repeat of the last time I surprised her in that room.
I go into the house and, once again, don’t see anything unusual. I shrug, I must be going crazy. I continue my mission and make some eggs and waffles. I plate them up and head up to her room. I give a little knock before going to open the door.
I open it, and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. There’s nothing here. Her boots are gone from the corner she always puts them in. I put the plate down and go over to her closet. Empty. What the fuck.
My breathing picks up, and I start to feel sick to my stomach. There’s no way. I check her bathroom, empty. Her nightstand has been cleared. It’s like she was just a dream this entire time. A ghost of what was here.
I grip my hair at the roots and pull at the strands. The back of my throat burns while I dry to hold back the tears.
I spin around the room and look–this has to be a mistake. Everything was so good, or at least I thought it was.
One more glance at her bed has me noticing the small white piece of paper sitting there. I walk over and grab it. My eyes scan over the note, and my eyebrows furrow together more with every word. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
I am so sorry. There’s nothing I can do to explain me leaving like this except I tried to tell you and it was just too much. Too hard. I’m sorry. I’m sorry it has to be like this. I’m sorry we can’t be everything we’re destined to be. I felt it too Ash. I have to do what’s best for us. Please don’t come after me. Live your life.
Thank you for the last eight weeks. I’ve learned so much and have experienced things I never have before. I’m a completely new person thanks toyou.
