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Asher gives a laugh, but it's not the warm type. It's theBut I want to fuck with youkind.
"So, you're going to just give up your points, then?" he challenges.
"Yeah…" I answer, much to his surprise.
I've confused him, and I resist laughing since it will probably hurt. He came in, looking for an argument but instead he gets a side of me he's never seen before. He's never seen me give up or back down from a challenge. But, for the record, I'm not down and out. I just need a god damn rest.
He sits up. "Why?" he demands.
"Fuck's sake. Because I don't want to right now. Go away," I snap.
Asher rolls his eyes. "Are you just mad because you missed the drama at Wheels? I bet you are glad you went to the park instead of day drinking like you always do."
I close my eyes in frustration. He has no idea what the hell he is talking about, but I'm in no mood to correct him.
"Just fuck off."
I wait for him to leave, but he doesn't move. I can feel him staring at me, but I avoid looking at him. I turn the volume up on my phone, a more subtle 'fuck off' sign.
Asher crawls up the bed, snatching my phone out of my hand.
"Hey!" I yell, glaring at him.
He flings the phone onto the carpet, turning to look at me.
"You're being weird. Tell me what's going on?"
My teeth grind in frustration, and I force myself to sit up so I can retrieve my phone. Asher suddenly reaches out, grabbing the side of my face. He turns my head, his eyes darkening as he takes in the bruise on my cheek.
"Who did this to you?"
I push his hand away, throwing myself out of bed to get my phone. "Just leave it, Asher. Let me rest."
Asher jumps off the bed, making a reach for me. I wait for him to touch me but he pauses. I follow his line of vision, spotting the bruising around my arms and clear finger marks.
"Oh, my fucking God. Youwerethere, weren't you?"
I say nothing, giving him all the confirmation he needs. I bend down slowly, scooping up my phone. My shirt rides up with the motion, exposing my equally bruised ribs.
Asher cups my wrists in his hands. "Ry, what happened?"
His change of tone shocks me. The anger and sarcasm he entered with is nowhere to be heard. Instead, his voice drips with concern.
"Just leave it, please," I answer harshly. I try to pull my wrists back but he holds tight, turning over my hands to inspect my palms. His warm fingers brush against the cuts, his eyebrows furrowing with worry.
"Did your biker friends do this?" he whispers darkly.
I laugh dryly, finally pulling back from him. "God, no. They would never hurt me. Unlike some other people I know."
Asher ignores the comment, stepping around me to pull back the duvet. I let out a yelp as he suddenly picks me up in his arms and lays me on the bed. Staring at him, stunned, I watch as he climbs in next to me.
"I'm assuming you didn't seek medical attention. So, I'm going to stay with you. You should see a doctor though."
"No," I shake my head. "No doctors. We can't have emergency services involved."
His lips tighten but he stays quiet, his fingers gently lifting my shirt up as he inspects my bruises. I let out a little hiss as he brushes against a sensitive one, but wave off his concern. "Don't stress. I've taken painkillers. I'll be fine in a day or two."
"Please, tell me what happened," he whispers. I shiver slightly as his fingers trail up my ribcage, dancing across my skin.
