Justin looks between us both, a knowing grin on his face. "No fucking way."
"Justin, fuck off." Asher snaps, moving to close the door behind him while I try to hide my mortification. "You guys are fucking." He laughs, "this is so priceless, makes sense why you were such a dick at the party."
"Justin, shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you."
Justin must hear the threat in Asher's tone cause he lifts his hands up innocently. "Look man, I am not going to say shit, but people are going to notice soon."
Asher looks back at me and there's something in his eyes that I can't quite put my finger on. He blinks and it's gone and then he's looking back at Justin.
"You need to get back to the meeting." Justin says to Asher, "I was sent up here to find you, a piss doesn't take fifteen minutes."
The door shuts behind them, and I crash down onto my bed, screaming into my pillow.
What the fuck am I doing?
I close the book I was reading and shove it under my quilt, the blush on my cheeks just proof that I'll never be able to read it without seeing Asher's head between my legs, grinning up atmelike a devil.
My phone vibrates with a message and I reach for it, reading Charlie's message asking if I wanted to go to the rink with her tonight.
I don't know if I can face her right now after just having her brothers head between my legs.
Rain check? I'm a little tired.
I send the message and put the phone back, eyes slipping to my bedroom door as the unmistakable sound of Asher's laughs slips through the cracks and my stomach swoops.
Chapter 21
Tip twenty-one; Anticipation is often hotter than the act itself. Slow down. Take your time. Let your hands hover before they touch. Skim their skin. Let your mouth almost kiss before it does. Make them wait that extra second. The tension of almost can make everything that follows feel so much better. Make them yearn.
Ivy
The rink is empty when I step inside, my heart beating too fast.
I look at Asher's text again.
We're almost back. Need to see you. . . meet me at the rink?
I have to remind myself we're just temporary.
But my chest tightens in a way that doesn't feel temporary at all.
They'dbeen gone for three days now, the house silent without Leon to invite god knows who over and when I got the text earlier I'd practically jumped out of bed to have a shower and get over here.
And now that I was here, I realised how desperate I was to see Asher too andthatthought had me turning back for the entrance.
"Ivy?"
My eyes fell shut, and I counted to three in my head before turning around.
He stands there, a small smile forming on his face. It is slow, lazy. Familiar. He's wearing the hockey jersey I've always seen him in but never noticed how well he filled the shoulders out and skates but the rest of him was noticeably bare of the rest of the hockey uniform.
Relief crashes through me so hard I almost lose my balance.
He drops his bag without looking away from me.
"You couldn't even go home first?" I call, trying to sound casual.
He steps towards me. "Didn't want to."
