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"No, he didn't touch me," I answer.
Asher looks into my eyes, searching. "There's more to it. I know there is. What aren't you telling me?"
"Did you go to the bar?" I ask, deflecting the conversation.
He growls, annoyed. "Yes. And I came under table sixteen if you'd like to go check. Now, answer the god damn question."
"Just let it go."
He slams the wall next to me while his other hand cups my cheek. "Fuck's sake, Rylee. This is driving me insane. I can't stand the thought of another guy touching you. I need to know."
I shove myself forward, pressing my naked body into his. His breath hitches, the anger momentarily vanishing as my warm body leans into him. I feel his cock against my stomach, growing. Asher's hands grab my waist, holding me firm so I can't move back.
"No, Asher," I reiterate, "No otherguytouched me."
Asher looks unconvinced, but slowly, I see the realization appear. His mouth parts as he leans forward.
"Who?" he whispers in shock.
I look away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. "The shop assistant. He told her to eat me out, then he fucked her in front of me. Well, over me."
"What the fuck?!" yells Asher, pushing back. "Did you even consent to it?"
I nod slowly, Asher's face breaking. His grey eyes fill with hurt, and I have to admit, I almost expected him to laugh about it. But instead, he's breaking.
It's getting harder and harder to convince myself that there's nothing between us. Because I've been somewhat in love with him for so long, afraid of having my heart broken, that I've pushed it aside. I know it could never work or last, so it's easier to pretend. There's too many challenges and obstacles in our paths and I've spent too long protecting myself.
Asher shoves the shower door open, stepping out. I watch him grab my only towel, wrapping it around his waist before stalking out of the bathroom. Even with the water hitting me, I hear the slamming of my bedroom door a few seconds later.
He's not coming back.
I want to chase after him, but I can't. The sooner I leave, the better it is for all of us.
We'll both get our happy ending, even if it means without being in each other's lives.
Asher doesn't come down for our late dinner either.
That doesn't make dinner any less awkward though.
Mom and Gareth are on one side of the table while the twins sit across from them. I've taken it upon myself to sit at the head of the table, distancing myself from everyone.
I twirl and poke my fork around the liquid chicken pasta dish, unsure what it even is. Poor mom tried to cook, but has completely failed with this one. It's a horrible Frankenstein mixture of chicken and macaroni and cheese. Except, for some reason, the sauce is very,veryrunny.
"This is delicious," Zayn grins at her, making her flush.
"Thank you, Zayn. It's… an interesting dish."
Gareth coughs as he takes a glass of water. He gives her a supporting pat on the hand. "Yes, love. It's great. Very proud of you."
I say nothing, pushing the food into the corners of the bowl, squishing it as best as possible to look like I've eaten some. Blake, however, raises an eyebrow at his.
"Yeah, it's a bit shit."
"Blake!" Gareth yells, giving him a warning look.
Mom looks down embarrassed. "No, it's okay, Gar. It's not very good. I'm not the greatest cook. Rylee… what do you think?"
I look up, my hand pausing. "Uh, well… I don't think pasta sauce is supposed to be a liquid. And uh, the chicken is a bit… well done."
