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“You okay?” I whisper. Cause really that’s all that matters.
His parents don’t come after him. It’s far too quiet for far too long. He doesn’t answer me, but emotions filter through his expression and every second that passes it crushes me more and more.
“Want to get out of here?” I offer, feeling the heat at my back and knowing right now the only thing I need in life is to get that look off his face.
I can’t even try to count the number of times Asher has held me while I cried. Fights with my friends, with my parents, losing my grandparents and so many other things throughout the years.
I’ve never once seen him cry and I’m not sure he’s going to now, but I think if I wasn’t standing right here, right now, he’d have gone up to the apartment in the hangar and… and I don’t know.
“I wanted to talk, but we don’t have to, we can go anywhere you want,” I offer him when he doesn’t respond.
All I want to do right now, as the porch creaks with his shifting weight, is love on him.
However he needs and never leave his side again.
ASHER
“You should come with me,” she pleads with me.
My hands fist at my side, a cold sweat lines by back although everything inside of me is do damn hot. Anger forces adrenaline to surge through me.
None of it is for her. Not an ounce of this is for my Bri. I hate that look in her eyes. That hurt and even sympathy she has for me right now. My face flames with embarrassment.
My throat’s tight as I swallow and attempt to calm down. With a tension ringing throughout my body, I attempt to answer her without any of that shit back there being shown to her.
“What all did you hear?” I question.
Her head shakes, that ponytail sways and her gorgeous green eyes widen as she tells me she couldn’t make out what we were saying, but she heard us arguing.
I love this girl more than anything, but I don’t want to share this with her. I can’t. I can’t let her know what happened.
Heaving in a breath, I take a look behind her and I don’t see her father’s car.
“Did you walk?”
“Yeah,” she whispers at the same time that there’s a commotion behind me. Probably my dad pushing the sofa out of the way. A heat flows over my body and I move before either of them can come out here.
She can’t see this.
“Come on,” I pull her by her elbow as I walk passed her. All I want is to get to to my car and get the hell out of here. Her flip flops catch in the gravel as she tries to keep up.
“Shit,” she curses beneath her breath.
My sweet little Bri cursed. Fuck. I stop everything and turn to face her fully.
“You alright?” She’s bent down, those little shorts creeping up as she grips her toe and hisses.
“Fine,” she mutters, her expression scrunched and then she reaches up, grabbing my hand in hers. That right there. There’s a shift, an immediate change.
It feels like breaking down though and I’m quick to turn back and head to the car. Focused on keeping my shit together.
I can’t speak, I’m barely conscious of opening the car door for her. But I’m all too aware when I squeeze her hand and she squeezes back before letting go.
After I close the passenger door, I nearly stop before heading around to the driver’s side. Just so I can deal with this shit before getting in. Just a moment.
I just need one fucking moment but it never comes.
Pushing through it all, I get into the driver’s seat, turn the ignition of the Chevy and drive off. As the car is pulling away, I peek up into the rearview to see my father walking out onto the porch. Arms crossed and a beer bottle dangling from one hand.
