He stands, coming to lay his hand on my shoulder.
“Danger is around the corner, no matter what you do with your life. She deserves to have some of this too. It’s your decision, though. Think about it.”
With that, he leaves me. I sit there for a few minutes before I get up and make my way to Aspen. She is still talking with the girls, but I push in behind her, pulling her back to my front as I press a kiss to her neck. She lets out a little breath, but otherwise continues her conversation.
I love this, that I can bring my sister here and have her be part of my life while also having Aspen in my bed.
This is everything I ever dreamed of.
“You good?” Aspen asks me quietly.
“Better than. I missed you, is all.”
She smiles at me, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’ve been gone less than twenty minutes.”
I pretend to pout into her neck. “Twenty minutes too long.”
“You are such a goner for her,” Rain says. “Stage five clinger.”
Aspen turns and smiles at her. “I like it. I cling to him as much as he clings to me.”
The admission has me hiding my smile against her skin.
“Honestly, if I could, I would tie myself around him and never let him go,” she admits, her cheeks turning pink.
I like the sound of that. I wish I could do that too. We would never be apart.
Pulling away from her neck, I turn her face to mine and press a kiss to her lips.
“Ditto, baby.”
I don’t even care if the guys make fun of me for being lost to this girl. I am happy to be.
She has quickly become my everything, and I am never letting her go.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
ASPEN
I’m wrapped around Asher as he weaves through traffic. At this time of day, I know I should be on the lookout for asshole drivers rushing to get home, but I’m too busy basking in being wrapped around him.
All too soon, he slows down and turns into a parking lot. Excitement fills me when I see where we are.
“Did you really bring me to an adult play area?” I squeal as I jump off the bike, ripping my helmet off at the same time.
Asher laughs. “I wanted to do something different. Yak caught me looking up ideas and told me to look at this place. When I saw they had axe throwing, mini golf, and shit, I knew this was it.”
“You chose well,” I tell him.
“I’m glad you think so. Now come on.”
Hand in hand, we head inside. He gives the person our name, and they confirm our reservation.
I know it’s stupid, but it pleases me that he called ahead. I’ve never had a guy make plans in advance like this before. On previous dates, the guys I was with would walk in and drop ourname on a list, which often left us sitting awkwardly around a bunch of people while we waited our turn. There was intention in the way Asher made a reservation, like he had no doubt we would make it here.
“Let’s go to the bar and order some food and drinks, then decide where we want to go. How does that sound?” he asks, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.
