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"Fuck. Do you guys need help?"
I ran my hand against the back of my neck as I said, "Nah, man. It's mostly done. Finish whatever you've got going on, and we'll grab dinner."
I could practically picture Micah's smirk. "Is she on her knees for you, Ash? Tell me she looks hot as fuck. Have you finally caved and given in to her yet? Fuck. I can't wait to kiss her pouty, full lips. I bet they'd look great wrapped around-"
I didn't allow him to finish the sentence. "Kay, cool, dude. See ya soon. Bye." I disconnected the call, not even waiting for his response. My cock was already hard as granite, I didn't need him scripting out a scene to make it worse.
I tucked my phone back into my pocket. "Micah is finishing up whatever it is he's got going on. He said we should meet him back home, then we can all go for dinner."
"Sounds good. Can you help me drop these baked goods off before head back to your place?" I didn't bother correcting her and saying our place. She would figure it out soon enough.
Chapter Four
Harper
Holy shit. Asher kissed me. He. Kissed. Me. He said dirty things and kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe. Never in my life had I ever been kissed like. I mean, I hadn’t really been kissed by a whole lot of guys but still, that was the type of kissing you read in romance novels.
What did this mean? Did he want to go out with me? Would it be weird for us living together until I found a place? Would Micah be okay with it? Shit. Micah.
I'd always had a major crush on my best friend. He flirted with me and made jokes about sleeping in the same bed, but I always attributed it to his personality because he never actually acted on anything.
When he introduced me to Asher, I developed the same crush. He was the same height as Micah but had forty pounds more of muscle than him. He was completely covered in tattoos and gave off the bad boy vibe. His dirty blonde hair was the perfect length to run my fingers through, but his ocean-blue eyes were what initially caught my attention. There was so much that swirled in the depths of his gaze.
When he looked at you, it was like he peered into your soul, seeking comfort, seeking home. I knew when he was overseas, he witnessed many unspeakable things. Things I didn't think I could even begin to imagine.
Over the years, Micah had mentioned Asher and how they grew up. Even though he didn't directly say it, I got the sense Asher didn't have the best home life. And as I've gotten to know him, he never mentioned his parents, and I didn't bring it up.
I loved both my parents. And even though they told me of their new life adventure they wanted to embark on, I supposed it wasn't so crazy after all. My parents weren't getting a divorce, they were both wanting to try new things.
If I was being honest, I found it commendable. My parents felt solid in their relationship to do something like that.
I instantly wondered what life would be like if I were to be with Micah and Asher. I mean, Asher liked me enough to kiss me, but what if it was more? What if Micah's constant flirting and suggestive remarks were serious?
What would it be like to be pinned between two adonizes while I unraveled beneath them as their hands and mouths brought me to pure orgasmic bliss?
I lived in the fantasy for a minute before I shook my head and returned to my dull reality. The one where I walked in on my boyfriend getting fucked by another man, losing my apartment, my parents about to sell my childhood home and live apart for a year, and my business was closed due to stupid plumbing.
Asher continued using the shop vac, collecting all the remaining water while I boxed up the rest of the baked goods to deliver to my usual drop-offs.
When I opened my bakery, I wanted to do something to give back to the community that welcomed me with open arms. This street was home to so many amazing local business owners that were always helping one another out. Everyone that owned a business on this street received a free cup of coffee with their pastry.
Sometimes, I overbaked and by the end of the day I'd have a lot left over. I tried to make most items fresh daily, but sometimes the cookies and cakes I'd keep for an extra day before I got rid of them.
I was a fresh bakery, so having new baked goods daily was my niche. However, a day or two old baked goods didn't need to be thrown away, they were still good. So, I decided to give back to our first responders and the local homeless shelter.
By the time I finished packing the last of the cookies, Asher set out the two large fans Mike left to help dry out the place.
It didn't escape my notice Mike and Ellie were making eyes at one other. It was like they'd met one another before. I made a mental note to ask her about that later.
We closed up the bakery and loaded up my wagon with treats. The homeless shelter, police station and fire station were all within walking distance of one another and from my bakery. We dropped off all the baked goods and as always I was thanked profusely and told to ask if I needed any additional help.
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It was around dinner time and the buzz I had earlier was long gone. Apparently, getting shit-faced was not on the agenda for today. Yet another thing that didn't go according to plan. After the last twenty-four hours all I wanted to do was eat dinner and crash on the guy's couch.
I assumed Asher would head down to the bar at some point and Micah would probably join him since I was currently no fun to be around.
Asher mentioned Micah grabbing the bag I left in the bar when I got the call about my bakery. We headed down the alley toward the back steps that led up to their apartment.
