Asher
“So.” I don’t really know how to begin this conversation. Luckily, I don’t really have to. I’m not the one who needs to explain what just happened.
“Look, Asher, it’s… It’s not what you think. Will you come in, let me explain?” Alyssa asks. She looks exhausted. If I wasn’t so pissed off, I’d leave her to get some sleep. But I nod, and she lets me into the house and leads me to her room in silence.
“What is it then?” I ask, eventually, keeping my voice low on account of the late hour. “If it’s not what I think. You blew me off but, for what?”
“It’s,” She stops, noticing her voice wavering. She clears her throat and takes a drink from her water bottle. “It’s really hard for me to talk about, I’m sorry. You deserve better…”
“What is, Alyssa?” I press. It can’t be that terrible, but I suppose, everyone has their secrets. Even gorgeous college students.
“It’s my mom, I needed to get her out of jail this evening. The police called me, they’d picked her up for benign drunk and disorderly or something.””
That… was not what I was expecting her to say.
“She’s the only real family I have. We… don’t have a great relationship, at all. But without her, I’d have no one.” Her jaw clenches then relaxes, and I feel my heart breaking a little bit for her.
“I don’t really know what happened, I just know she was high, and when the police tried to speak to her, she got violent. She’s pretty volatile even when she’s sober, so…yeah. She takes drugs, sometimes sells drugs, sometimes she goes out and just fucks around. I guess she’s not much of a mom, but I feel like I have to stick with her. Look after her. She’s stillmy mom.”
Alyssa’s childhood sounds like the polar opposite of mine. I had order, security, even though we moved around a lot. Alyssa only had her wits and a drug addict to look after herself with.
I shake my head. It’s so profoundly sad to hear it, but she’s not crying. Her eyes aren’t even wet. She’s angry, I realise. Maybe at her mom, maybe at herself for needing to tell me this. I wonder if it’s that anger that’s seen her through disappointment after disappointment.
I look around her sparsely decorated bedroom.
“You’re such a mystery to me.” I say softly.
“What?” She asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
“All this? I just want to get to know you better, Alyssa. You can’t scare me off. Is that what you were worried about?”
“Kind of. I didn’t want you to think I was like her, but… I dunno, it’s just stupid, I guess.” She says. She’s picking frantically at her short nails.
I cross the room in two strides and pull her into my arms. “It is kinda stupid, but I understand. No one has a perfect family.” I plant a soft kiss on the top of her head. She looks up at me and gives me a faint smile.
“Thank you for understanding.”
I press my lips to hers, parting them gently. We move to the bed and she settles above me, knees either side of my stomach as we make out. I feel my cock stirring just behind where she’s sitting and I pray she doesn’t notice. My god, she is gorgeous. Mind blowingly so.
She begins to undo the buttons on my shirt, the shirt I’d worn for the date we were meant to go on. There’s a crease from a small frown between her brows.
“Hey.”
“What?” She asks, a little breathless.
“We can slow down, this isn’t just about sex for me.” She blushes, and I know that’s what she must be used to. “I want to at least take you on a date first.”
She snorts a soft laugh. “It’s not just about sex for me either… Still got that big ol’ V-card.” She admits, blushing further.
I take her beautiful face in my hands. “That’s okay, Alyssa. But not tonight, okay? Dates first.” She nods, looking a little relieved.
“More kissing?” She asks, sounding both hopeful and joking.
I let out a quiet rumble of laughter. “Most definitely.”
Time becomes irrelevant when she’s in my arms. But eventually, I sense her getting sleepy.
“You’ve had a big day, you should get some sleep.”
