Chapter Eleven
I’m just making sure she gets home safely. There’s nothing stalkerish about it. -Asher
Asher
I watch in my rearview mirror as Dr. Felix’s car finally pulls out of her driveway. My shoulders sag. That kiss on her cheek nearly killed me. What if he had kissed her on the lips? What would I have done?
My first thought is that I would have beaten his ass. Followed closely by acknowledging that I’m a fuckin’ idiot with issues.
A knock sounds on my passenger side window and I look up. Lyla is there, watching me with an angry look on her beautiful face.
“Shit,” I mutter underneath my breath.
I lean over and open the passenger door for her.
She scoots in and I take a deep breath as I watch her bare thighs slide across the seat. The blue dress she has on is enough to give me a heart attack. And she wasted it on that other bum. That thought hurts my heart.
She slams the door closed. “What are you doing here, Asher? And don’t make up shit. I can tell when you’re lying.” She glances over at me. “Remember how long we’ve known each other. I know how your eye twitches when you’re tellin’ a big whopper.”
Crap. My hands tighten on the wheel, and I look out the windshield. A rain drop splatters on the glass surface.
“Looks like it’s going to rain,” I observe stoically.
I feel a pinch on my thigh. “Ow,” I remark and send her an incredulous look. “Did you just pinch me?”
She folds her arms and sends me an aggravated look. “Yes, because you’re stalling. I repeat, why…are…you…here?”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Um, I heard that you were going on a date with Dr. Felix tonight, and I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” I mutter.
“Not buying it.”
I glance over at her and raise an eyebrow. “You’re not?”
She snorts. “No, I’m not. I’m twenty-five years old, and you’ve never waited outside of my house before to make sure I got home okay. I think you were spying. I think you were worried that I would actually like Jonathan, and it was killing you. I think you’re in utter denial about how you feel and instead of being a big boy and owning up to your feelings, you decided to be an immature twat and watch me like some kind of stalker.”
“Twat?”
“Out of all that, all you got was twat.” She shakes her head and starts to pull on the door handle. “I’m out of here.”
I place a hand on her arm. “No, stop. You’re right.” I strike the wheel with the palm of my other hand. “You’re so damn right.”
She takes a deep breath. “Well then, what are you going to do about it? Are you finally going to take a chance or not?”
I move my hand to the softness of her cheek. There are so many reasons why we shouldn’t do this, but none of those seem to matter anymore. My cock aches for her. My heart aches for her. What am I stopping myself for?
I wind my hand around her neck and pull her closer. Her blue eyes widen, and she licks her lips. I follow the movement with my gaze. “I’m going to take a chance, Lyla. I don’t know what the hell is going to happen to us, but I’m so damn tired of resisting you.”