Which is worse.
Because it means someone else submitted it.
Or he did and I don't know my brother as well as I expected.
"Charlie?"
"It was a mistake; I told you that." She shrugs off my concerns, switching the phone off. "Sleeping with Leon was nothing more than a mistake and you have to promise to me that you will never tell Asher about it, okay? I know now that you're his girlfriend-not-girlfriend, you have certain obligation to be truthful to him and whatnot but just don't tell him that." She pauses, looking into my eyes. "Or anything else we spoke about today? Promise me?"
I nod, "Okay. I promise. I won't tell Asher about it all. Never, not unless you tell him."
She looks to me and smiles, but the action doesn't reach her eyes. "Now, tell me, how did everything start?"
Chapter 33
Tip thirty-three; if you're going to beg, make sure they make you mean it.
Ivy
"You know, we're going to have to tell Leon, eventually, right?" Asher says, his hands on my hip, chin resting on top of them as we lay in my bed, the sky dark outside and the world silent.
"I know." I sigh, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I dread the conversation.
Hi, Leon, I'm dating your best friend and kind of have been messing around with him for the last three months. Everything all dandy with that right? By the way I know you slept with Charlotte and Asher doesn't and I'm not going to tell him because I made a promise. Aren't we just the picture-perfect family?
"Shotty not." A voice says from my desk, and I roll my eyes at Charlies grin while she looks between Asher and I, her face still tinged with discomfort but she's trying.
And I'm not helping.
I move Asher away from his perch on my stomach and sit up straighter while he pouts like a child, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, don't stop on my account," Charlie mutters, flipping a pen between her fingers.
"Why are you still here?" Asher grumbles, glaring at his sister but the action has no heat behind it.
"Because my best friend is here, why are you here?"
"Because I want to sleep with my girlfriend." Asher says with his signature smirk, and I smack his shoulder. He catches my hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckle.
"Argh, ew." Charlie lets out a full body shudder and glares back at him. "I did not need to know that."
"I said sleep." He says with a grin, tightening his grip on my hand when I go to pull away because I sense what he's about to say. "Not fuck."
"Asher." I snap quietly, feeling my cheeks flame to life. He only grins back like the cat that ate the canary, full of pride.
"What? My sister needs to know that she's encroaching on our time. And that I can't help it that I'm thinking of laying you out on this very bed-"
"Fine, fine, fine." Charlie interrupts. "I'm going." My bedroom door shuts with a soft click behind her, the sound of her footsteps rushing down the stairs following shortly after.
I flash a glare Asher's way. "Why did you do that?"
"So, I could do this."
He kisses me, climbing over my body, his knees resting on either side of my hip, hands moving to grab both my wrists and trap them in his grip.
"So, I can kiss my girlfriend." The way he says the word girlfriend has a rush of giddiness filling me. The grin on his face contagious. He says it so proudly. And then he does kiss me, again and again and again.
"You never asked me." I mumble as he lips leave mine for the slightest second. Asher looks down at me, his eyes sweeping over my face, tracing each dip of my features.
