Enough is enough, though. I asked him to meet me in the entertainment room tonight. I cleared it with Calloway and had him order all the other men to clear out for the night. Unless they are here to sleep or be in their own private areas, they don’t need to be here.
It was a big ask, but Calloway was happy to do it for me. I didn’t tell him exactly why I wanted it, but I did tell him not to tell Asher because it was a surprise. It also meant making sure Asher wasn’t on gate duty.
A fact Yak made sure to make a comment about when he headed out to the gate a few hours ago. It made me smile seeing him so sad that he wouldn’t have his best friend at the gate with him.
I plan to ask Asher if he feels the same about Yak. I think it would break his heart if he didn’t.
“Hey there, pretty lady. What is all of this?” Asher asks from the door of the entertainment room.
I smile at him, going to wrap my arms around his neck before I press a quick kiss on his lips.
“Date night? I know it is hard for us to leave a lot with club business and the threats and all that, so I thought, why not have a date right here? We have popcorn and candy. Different kinds of drinks. I bought you some beer. We have all the streaming services?—”
He kisses me, cutting off my words. I let him, enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine. When he finally pulls away minutes later, I am breathless.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I know. I didn’t know if you would like it,” I admit.
“If you are there, I love it. I don’t care if it’s getting my wisdom teeth pulled. I would be happy to be there with you by my side.”
I rest my head on his chest and groan, “You are way too perfect.”
“Not at all, but you sure are.”
My cheeks heat at his words.
“How about we watch a movie?” I say, not sure I will be able to stop myself from jumping his bones one second longer if he keeps talking like that.
“Anything you want. Although I’m glad you made a little pillow bed thing because I don’t want to know what these couches look like under a black light,” he jokes.
I shiver at the thought. “My thoughts too. Not that the floor is any better, but I can always buy new sheets.”
He laughs, leading me over to the makeshift bed in the middle of the floor.
“You get settled and pick a movie. I’ll grab the lights.”
“Okay,” I tell him. “What do you want to drink?”
He smirks at me. “A beer is fine. I just want you in my arms.”
I swear I swoon right there. I grab his beer and myself a water before putting the snacks close enough for us to reach. I slide off my shoes, getting comfortable before I grab the remote.
The lights flick off as I flip through one of the streaming services until I find a new action movie that has just been released. I put it on as Asher comes back, kicking off his shoes before sliding under the covers next to me. As soon as he is settled, he grabs me, pulling me to his chest.
I relish in the feeling of safety and comfort that floods my system.
I never realized it before, but I think touch is my love language. Every time Asher touches me, it is like a shot of dopamine to my system. It makes me beyond happy.
We watch the movie in silence for about ten minutes before Asher starts to caress the skin on the back of my arm. It is enough to drive me to distraction and focus on his touch.
It makes me grateful I decided on a skirt and tube top for tonight’s date. Not only did his eyes drink me in the moment he saw me, but it makes his skin have less obstacles to go through to get to mine.
I make it another five minutes before I start to fidget.
First, it is readjusting my leg so that it lies over his lap. Then, it is my hand from his side to his chest.
When I move once more, Asher moves his hand to my hip, gripping it as he positions me until I’m practically lying on top of him.
