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I’m surprised because he’s the one that looks nervous now.
I smile a little to assure him, and give his shoulder a light shove. “You can tell me anything, we’ve been friends since we were little.”
“Go out with me,” he blurts out.
I laugh a little, confused as to why asking that would be so uncomfortable for him. “Um sure, where do you want to go?” I answer and he looks relieved.
He puts his hands on my knee, and I know I’m instantly flushed all over. “Cool. I'm glad you want to.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to? We can wait till the guys get here and then we can figure out where to go.”
Asher palms his face, then runs his fingers through his hair, and looks at me before knuckling my forehead. “No silly,” he says as he shakes his head. “I mean, just the two of us, together.”
“Oh,” I flush even more as I understand what he is asking. “Okay, yeah, I'd like that.”
People always think we’re dating anyway since we are seen together almost all the time. Truth is, I've always been the one to follow Asher around since childhood. We have great chemistry and get along with each other easily. I guess it’s just natural for us to end up dating.
“Sam, don’t look so surprised. You know I like you a lot,” he says matter-of-factly.
“I didn’t think you felt that way about me,” I tell him truthfully.
He grins and takes my hand. “I’ve wanted to ask you for about a year now, but I didn't think you were ready.”
I’m slightly offended. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Asher.”
He looks me over slowly, and the heat in his gaze makes me melt. “I know, Sam.”
The memory makes me smile. Asher has always been mature for his age and looked out for me. As I reflect on that moment from our past, I can't help but wonder if our coming together is an opportunity to rediscover what we once had, or a chance at something new.
Chapter Eight
ASHER
Now that I'm finally on a flight back to Willowcreek after a hectic day dealing with the launch aftermath, my thoughts are drifting to my Dragonfly again.
I wasn’t surprised when I woke up early this morning, and found Samantha already gone. A little part of me still wonders if what my father said to me once has been true all along. That I’m not good enough for her. That I'm not man enough to deserve her.
“Fuck,” I curse, thinking back to that awful night years ago, when she stormed off after accusing me of cheating on her.
This is stupid!I think to myself. Why the hell would she say something like that? Just to break up with me?
She storms off, mad at something I didn't do, and I follow her at a distance to make sure she gets home okay. No longer in a party mood, I go home myself.
I’ll go see her in the morning, I tell myself. She’s been drinking and doesn’t know what she is talking about. Why the hell would I cheat on her? And with Valerie Hendrix, of all people?
Pissed, I enter the house and go to my room, slamming my bedroom door harder than I intend to.
“GOD DAMMIT!” Even though I know I can clear this up in the morning, I'm furious at her for just dropping this on me without listening to my side of the story.
My dad opens my door and stands in the doorway watching me pace. He takes one look at me and sighs. “Now what did you do?”
“Nothing,” I tell him. “Sam thinks I cheated on her.”
He gives me a look, raising an eyebrow. “Well, did you?”
“Of course not!” I yell, exasperated.
He leans against the door frame and shakes his head. “See, now I knew this was going to happen. And you know it's just going to get harder, right?”
