Because he is my forever and a day.
While I was in the shower, Asher made me eggs and bacon.
This isn’t the first time he’s cooked for me—he’s actually a great cook—but it’s the first time a guy I’m sleeping with has made me anything. As I sit at the bar, eating, he moves around the kitchen, cleaning and putting things away. Before putting a piece of bacon into my mouth, I ask, “What are your plans for today?”
As he loads the dishwasher, he says, “I’m supposed to rest. And since I can’t drive, I guess I’ll be watching Netflix, bored out of
my mind.”
I grimace. “That has to be hard. You don’t like sitting still.”
He shakes his head, looking as good as this bacon is. He isn’t wearing a shirt, just his gray sweat pants that hug his ass really nicely. His chest is so defined and thick. His hair is a mess and he probably needs to shave, but I like the rugged look of him right now. I actually like everything about him. Ah, who am I kidding? I love everything about him.
Don’t want to scare him any more than he already is.
“I don’t, which is why I’ll work out.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
He winks with his only eye, which is kind of comical. “Aw, you worried?”
I arch a brow. “You know I am.”
He leans toward me, and I meet him halfway across the breakfast bar for a kiss. “Same, sexy pants.”
I snort as he goes back to working. “Hey, can you go grab my phone for me?”
“From your mom?”
“Yeah, text and ask her where she is. She’ll let you know.”
I swallow hard. “Yeah, but won’t she know we’re together?”
He shrugs. “We’re always together, it won’t be anything new. I thought we didn’t care?”
I bite into the inside of my cheek. “I like the idea of keeping it to ourselves. You know, until we’re both sure.”
He gives me a sideways glance. “What does that mean?”
I look down at my plate. “I know where I am in this, but I know you aren’t there.”
He leans his hip into the counter, that one eye scrutinizing me enough for two eyes. “Okay? Where am I not at?”
I swallow hard as I meet his gaze. “You want me, I know you do. But I don’t think you’re fully on board with the idea of moving into a romantic relationship with me.”
He brings his brows together. “How so?”
I give him a dry look. “Asher, you kept asking if I was sure. You hesitated like a billion times, and you’re terrified. I can see it all over your face. You forget, I know you.”
He looks away, chuckling. “I don’t like that we were friends before this,” he says teasingly, and I grin. “I can hide things from people who don’t know me like you do.”
“Sorry, bro, but I love it.” His gaze moves back to me. “I know you say I’m worth the risk, but I’m unsure if you’re actually going to take it.”
He points to his room. “I just did the naughtiest things with you—”
“But that’s physical,” I insist. “I want the emotional, too.”
He narrows his eye. “There are emotions here,” he says, gesturing his hand between us. “I couldn’t have done anything like what I did in there if there weren’t.”