Chapter 21 - Asher
Iswallowed hard, the anxiety coiled in my stomach as I confessed to Micah what I wanted. “Or…” I continued, “maybe the other way around?”
His smile was steady as he reached for my hand and squeezed it. “We can figure that out later.”
“How do you usually do it?” I felt ridiculous even asking, but I couldn’t quell the curiosity bubbling inside.
“I’m vers. I like it either way. We don’t have to rush into anything.”
“I know.” I wanted more, though. I definitely did. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the pull Micah had on me, and how deeply I wanted him, couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it was just lust, or a familiarity combined with this newfound side of myself, but I really wanted to see how far we could take things. “Thanks.”
On the TV screen, the actors were kissing—finally—as the credits began to roll. A wave of post-sex sleepiness hit me and I yawned.
Micah leaned forward, taking that as his cue. “I should probably get out of here. I bet you’re exhausted.”
I wanted to ask him to stay, but I knew it wasn’t practical. We both had work in the morning, obviously, and he wasn’t really equipped for a sleepover. Instead, I nodded and smiled at him. “Thanks. For tonight.”
Micah pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
It wasn’t long until I climbed into bed, still thinking of the orgasm that had ripped through me as he sucked me off, the way I’d felt with his cock in my mouth, and that last, tender kiss.
On the job site the next day, I found I really couldn’t stop looking at him. As he set up for some shots of me and Tyler hanging trim, I kept losing track of what Brooks was saying.
“Asher. You hearing me?”
I blinked a few times and shook my head, tearing my gaze from Micah’s ass. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to need you to focus if we’re going to get these shots before we lose the good daylight.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I nodded. “Sorry.” I worked silently, measuring shoe molding and cutting it to size before helping Tyler nail it in place. After a few rounds of this, I stood and brushed myself off to measure the next piece when I noticed Micah’s gaze on me. We made eye contact and he swallowed, his throat moving in a way that made me think of the previous night. A moment later, he averted his gaze and it was clear he was trying to focus on his next task.
Brooks sighed and called cut again. “Micah. You’re in the shot. Surely you have something to do other than watch these guys use nail guns.”
“Sorry man,” he said, sidestepping out of the frame. “I’ll be in the trailer if anyone needs me.” With that, he hurried away.
Eventually, Brooks and Gideon, the camera operator, must have gotten the shots they needed, because he let us know he was moving to a different part of the post office for filming. “We’re going to be in the back. You know what to do if you need me.” A beat passed and Max turned to Gideon and Brooks. “You two go on ahead and set up, I’ll be there in a minute.”
Gideon nodded. “Sure thing.” A moment later, they were gone and I was alone with Max.
Max approached me, glancing around as if he were checking to confirm we were mostly alone. “Can I talk to you?”
A lump formed in my throat and I was seized with the sense that I was in trouble. “Yeah, of course. What’s up?”
“Look,” he said, dropping his voice a little quieter. “I don’t want to make assumptions about you or anything, but…”
Heat flushed through me. Had Micah told him? I nodded wordlessly.
“I think Micah might have a crush on you.”
Startled by what he’d said, I laughed, louder than I’d expected. A beat passed and I cleared my throat. “Sorry. Did he tell you that?”
Max shook his head. “No, but I can tell. I’ve known Micah for a few years now. I can always tell when he’s interested in someone.”
I raised my eyebrows. “And you think he’s interested in me?”
“Trust me. I’ve seen him checking you out. He gets a little flustered when you’re around. Can’t focus for shit.” Max put a hand on my shoulder. “I can let him know you’re not interested. I just wanted to give you a heads-up in case things got awkward.”
My brain scrambled for something to say. “It’s fine, really. You don’t need to say anything. I wouldn’t want to embarrass him.”
