And it was just getting to the good part.
I twist in his hold, leaning over his body to reach the remote, flicking the tv off but when I go to move back to my spot, his arms tighten and trap me.
I glare down at the man, finding him still asleep.
"Asher."
Noise erupt outside my bedroom and I quiet my voice, slapping a hand over Asher's mouth when he lets out a groan.
I stare at the face beneath mine, tracing Asher's peaceful features, from the few freckles that flicker along his skin to the faint scar below his right eyebrow and the way his brows wrinkle in at whatever is plaguing him in sleep.
My gaze moves lower, staring at the strong jawline, another scar along the sharp angle, the faint touch of a five o'clock shadow marring his skin.
Then I look lower again, tracing his collarbones with my eyes, the peak of muscle I can see on his pecs and the strength in his arms as he hugs me to him.
I move my hand from his mouth slowly, readying to flip back onto my side even if the whole bed is mine but he shifts under me and I fall forward, almost head butting his chin.
I grind my teeth but stop when he shifts again and my eyes move to the way his lips part, the cupids bow, my attention stuck on the slight pout.
It's unfair, to be so pretty.
He shifts and I blink, pushing up and almost straddling him. But then my eyes widen, feeling what lay beneath me, what part of Asher lay beneath me.
I don't think I've ever moved off someone so fast.
I plop beside him, chest rising and falling with my breaths, ignoring the man beside me and stare up at the ceiling.
The sound of someone walking up the stairs had my eyes moving to my door and I just hope tonight is not the night Leon decides to check in on me.
But then I hear a soft laugh, and my brother voice shushes them with his own laugh following. "You'll wake her."
I roll my eyes at my brother once again bringing a girl home, shaking my head.
Because nothing says Prince Charming like bringing home another girl at two in the morning for two consecutive days.
"I don't want to wake Ivy," he says again.
If only he knew.
I lie there staring at the wall.
My brother thinks he's protecting me.
And I'm curled into his best friend like this is the most natural thing in the world.
The stairs creak.
A bedroom door opens.
Closes.
Silence.
I let myself sink into the mattress.
Asher's breathing evens out.
And despite everything. The party, the girl on his arm, the jealousy twisting in my chest - I don't move away.
