Chapter Eighteen
Asher
Iwake before she does this morning, which I’ve come to learn is a rarity. Evelyn is a morning person through and through and in the weeks, we’ve spent together, waking up in each other’s arms day to day, I’ve only woken before her twice. Though, she probably does need the rest after yesterday’s trip. I grin as a flash of her desperate moans filter in through the morning fuzz.
I look over at her. God, she’s so beautiful. Her golden hair is spread around her like the branches of a tree, wild and wonderful as nature itself. I move a strand out of her eyes. Her mouth is open, the soft sigh of her snores filtering past plump pink lips. I stay like that, watching her for a while as the sun rises. At ten, she begins to stir, her body turning into the warmth of the comforter.
“What time is it?” She groans.
“Ten.”
She bolts up. “Jesus, I slept for that long?”
I nod, grinning. I lift my hand and drag my fingers down her bare torso. She slept shirtless and my god am I glad for it as I watch her nipples harden into points.
“You must have needed the sleep.” I pinch her nipple.
Her blue eyes darken, the lids growing heavy. “I wonder why.”
“Beats me.”
She throws a leg over my hips, her slender thighs straddling mine. “I want you.” She whispers before capturing my lips in a kiss.
“Hmm, you do, do you?”
She nods, eager. “Yes.” And, like the tempting devil she is, she begins to crawl, her fingertips dragging down my boxer shorts. Only, just as she’s about to take me in her hand, to put that pretty little mouth on my cock her phone rings.
I groan and she grins, picking the phone up, I see the name Bree, her best friend, flashing.
Her brow furrows. “I should answer. If Bree is up this early, something has got to have gone on.”
Slipping on my cotton shirt, she sits up, curled under my arm and I feel the world shift into place. Now this, this is perfect. Before I met her, I thought my life was complete. I thought that I was bored and that’s why I wanted to try my hand at teaching, but it wasn’t that.
I was missing her, and I just never realised.
“Hey Bree.” She says, her voice still dark from sleep. She listens for a moment and then, “What do you mean?” Horror is creeping into her tone and a bad feeling sits in my stomach. “Oh my god.” A tear falls and she jumps out of bed. Her eyes meet mine. “My dad’s been taken to hospital. He—he had an overdose. Her—heroin. Asher I—”
I slip out of bed and hold her face. “Calm breaths, Evelyn. I’ll get the car; we can drive there.”
She nods, the tears falling silently. She lifts the phone to her ear and then whispers. “Bree’s coming too.”
I nod. “We’ll pick her up on the way.”
And then we’re gone, the happy ease with which we woke up with dissipating in an instant. Evelyn clutches my hand the entire way to the car, never dropping it for a moment.