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I push him back against the couch, climbing on top of him so my legs are straddling his thighs. My hands grab his face, my fingertips pressing into his stubble as I continue kissing him.
Asher's hands find my hips, holding me tight against him. I can feel his growing erection underneath me, sending hot waves of desire scorching through me.
Reaching between us, I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I use the opportunity of the broken kiss to admire his toned torso. My fingertips grace his pecs and six pack, my eyes following closely as I commit to memorizing every line. His strong, tattooed arms wrap around my body, his fingers dancing along my spine. I swallow as I watch, the veins in his forearms popping as he touches me.
His hands trail down, playing with the hem of my shirt. Our mouths collide again, each kiss getting more and more heated. I'm lost in the moment, drunk on all things Asher. I want him and I can't pretend anymore that I don't.
He starts to lift my shirt, our lips desperately trying to taste each other when the front door slams closed.
Instantly, we both freeze, pulling back from each other. Confusion is clear on both our faces. No one should be here – we're not expecting anyone.
"Asher?" I hear from the foyer, and the familiar voice sends ice cold waves violently ricocheting down my spine.
I fly off Asher, sending a panicked look towards the doorway as soft footsteps start making their way towards us. Turning, I take off to the other door that leads to the kitchen. I'm just out of view when I hear Jenny's voice again.
"Asher, what's going on? Didn't you hear me knocking?"
"No, sorry," he says.
I'm hovering in the doorway of the kitchen, listening to the voices in the next room. A tense silence takes over and I know what Jenny is seeing. She's seeing empty beer bottles, the pizza box and a shirtless Asher.
"Who's here?" she demands, her voice starting to shake.
"No one," Asher responses calmly. "I'm just chilling."
Jenny's voice gets louder, the anger and hurt in her tone sending knives to my gut. "Bullshit! Don't treat me like I'm stupid. Where is she?"
They start arguing and I panic as footsteps get closer, I back into the kitchen, looking around wildly. I won't make it to the other side to get towards the stairs. It's too far to my room, she'll hear and see me.
My gaze falls on the pantry door and I quickly run in, quietly closing the door behind me. It's dark in here, but I know it well. Thankfully, it's a large pantry and from all my snack searches, I know there's a section under the bottom shelf I can hide in.
Quietly and as quickly as I can, I crawl under the shelf, slipping behind the storage containers where mom keeps her perishables for donations. Luckily, she hasn't made this quarter's drop yet. I push my body between the black containers and the wall, holding my breath as angry footsteps storm into the kitchen.
They're fighting, Jenny demanding to know where the other girl is.
It's me. I'm the other girl.
And it's fucked up.
Unfamiliar guilt pulls at me as I listen to them fight. Asher is collected, trying to calm Jenny down. She's screaming, crying and from years of old friendship, I can see her teary face in my mind.
The pantry door flies open, light suddenly filling the room as Jenny sobs.
"I know you have someone here, Ash. I can smell the perfume on you."
"Jen, please. I'm just having a relaxing night. It's probably the new laundry powder you can smell," he pleads, his voice fading as the door is closed again.
The footsteps leave the kitchen but I stay still, too terrified to move. It's quiet now, and I have no idea where they are.
I stay hidden in the pantry for what seems like hours, but in reality, it's probably only 15 minutes. Finally, I decide I need to make a break for my room, crawling out of my hiding spot.
The pantry door opens quietly as I slowly peek my head out, listening for sounds. I can hear faint voices upstairs and I follow them silently, letting out a shaky breath of relief as I see Asher's bedroom door is closed.
I sneak into my own room, closing the door and locking it behind me. Their voices are almost drowned out as I pace the room, hands on my head as I curse myself for being so selfish and stupid.
Heading to the bathroom, I take a quick shower, scrubbing myself hard as I try to rid all traces of Asher from my skin. I'm wide awake from the situation but I climb into bed anyway, willing sleep to come.
But it doesn't come. My mind won't shut off.
