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The Space Between Us(66)

By:Anie Michaels


"So …  that's it then?" I asked, confused. I was prepared for a three-hour ordeal.

"Do you think there is something wrong with dress?" She asked, perching  her hand on her hip, cocking a perfectly tweezed and drawn-in eyebrow at  me.

"No, God, no! I love it. I was just checking."

"You take off dress. I have it delivered to your hotel tomorrow after pressing."

"Ok, then." I had obviously offended Elena. I took the dress of,  delicately hanging it back up and leaving it on the hook I removed it  from. I went to leave the boutique, but Elena stopped me, making sure to  kiss both my cheeks. Alright then.

With an extra few hours I hadn't planned on, I decided to walk back to  the hotel instead of taking a cab. It was a beautiful afternoon in the  city and I felt much more at ease being here than I had even a few days  ago. Something about being here solely for my art, and talking with  Asher about the things that were bothering me, had made the city not so  excruciatingly lonely for me. I still felt like a visitor, but more like  a visitor who was happy to be there. I could enjoy the city, not feel  overwhelmed by it.                       
       
           



       

After a few hours of strolling through the streets, admiring the  buildings, wandering through parks, I finally made it back to the hotel.  Again, I was disappointed with the lack of over-the-top flowers waiting  for me on the counter. It was nearly dinner time and I still hadn't  gotten any flowers. Maybe he took me seriously and stopped sending them.

"Ma'am!" I turned back to the concierge desk with a wide grin and the  woman rolled her eyes at me. She waved me back over and when I got to  the desk she leaned forward. "This display is far less impressive. You  might want to hold out on him." I quickly leaned back, moving away from  her with a confused look on my face.

"Excuse me? That's rather rude." She shrugged her shoulders at me and  placed a small clear container on the counter. When my eyes fell upon it  and registered what it was, my hand came up to cover my mouth and my  eyes immediately began to water.

On the counter sat a clear plastic container that held a single, coral colored, rose corsage, on a bed of baby's breath.

"Oh my god," I whispered, my hand still covering my mouth.

"Here's the card," she said with irritation as she slid it across the counter. I took it with trembling hands.

Bit, coral roses symbolize desire. I desire you, in every sense of the  word: physically, emotionally, intellectually  –  did I mention  physically? When I first gave you this corsage when we were fourteen, I  hoped that one day you would be mine in every way. I desired you. Today,  I give you this corsage with the same hope. I want you for myself. I'm  afraid I can't wait any longer to spend forever with you. Hoping to be  all you desire, Asher. P.s. Don't forget to tip the delivery guy.

I looked up at the woman with tears in my eyes, confused by the last part of the note.

"Is the person who delivered this still here?"

"Yes," she said as she pointed to a chair in the lobby.

Sitting in the chair was Asher.

As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stood and he looked delicious. He wore  dark jeans with a black tee shirt and a gray blazer. He looked better  than anyone should have after riding an airplane and then sitting in a  hotel lobby for who knows how long. My stomach jumped at the sight of  him, my throat closing a little, not letting enough air in. He walked  towards me purposefully, as if he was supposed to be here all along.

"Hello, Bit," he said, stopping just inches from me, his hand coming to rest on my waist.

I looked up at him, a smile appearing on my face, giving away my extreme happiness to see him.

"What are you doing here?"

"You," he said as his hand slid from my waist and traveled dangerously  close to my ass, "refused to give me a date as to when I could see you  again. So I decided to take things into my own hands." He gave my ass a  firm squeeze with the last words and I gasped a little at his forward  gesture. He moved forward and I felt his mouth at me ear. "Don't make me  have to ask to go upstairs with you," he whispered. I swallowed hard,  instantly set ablaze by his words.

"Would you like to go upstairs?" I said softly, feeling his hand move  gently back up to my waist, definitely a more appropriate touch for a  hotel lobby, but still doing inappropriate things to my heart rate. His  face moved so that his mouth was just barely touching mine.

"I'd love to," he said against my lips before kissing me senseless  –  so much for appropriate displays of affection.

We didn't say a word on our way up to my room. I still swam in a pool of  disbelief, not really comprehending that he was here, with me, in New  York. At my door, I took out my keycard and smiled a little when he took  it from me, amused by his incessant need to be in control. He unlocked  the door and led me inside. He set his suitcase on the floor next to the  king-sized bed and I tried to keep my eyes completely open when they  threatened to flutter closed as he slid his suit jacket off and laid it  over a chair, the sight of his body straining through the fabric of his  shirt affected me immediately.

"Come here, Bit," he said in a gravelly voice, using his fingers to  motion me towards him. I took a few steps towards him, my hands  instinctually went to his chest and they slid over the firmness of his  muscles. "I missed you," he said before leaning down to kiss me.

"Is that why you came all the way to New York?" I asked shyly after pulling away.

"Yes and no. I came because I missed you, but also because I wanted to  see your show." He pushed back a wisp of hair from my forehead, his  fingers continuing down to the ends. "I'm proud of you and your work,  and I'd like to see you in your element." He smiled at me with something  that looked like pride in his eyes.                       
       
           



       

"Ok," was all I could say in response. Hearing him say he was proud of  me, seeing him show up here, it affected me in a way I couldn't have  anticipated. It had been a long time since I felt like someone was in my  corner. I knew it was because I spent a good portion of my life pushing  people away and keeping them at an arm's length. I never expected  anything from anyone because I knew that meant that they would have  expectations of me. Allowing Asher in brought me a startling and  wonderful rush of warm elation and contentment. I pressed my cheek into  his chest and snuggled in, embracing the happiness that washed over me.  "I love you."

"Mmm. I love you too, Bit."





Chapter Seventeen

Asher



Nothing compared to waking with her in my arms. Her soft skin humming  against mine was the best feeling in the world. Her hair, wrapped around  every single part of me, well, that was awesome too. I pulled her in  closer, her back pressing up against my chest, naked and warm. We used  each other last night too many times to keep clothing on. I needed to be  buried inside of her and she needed to be consumed by me. I could see  her when I closed my eyes: atop me, underneath me, on her side gazing  into my eyes, and bent over in front of me, crying out my name. It was  the reunion       I imagined on the plane ride over and it didn't  disappoint. The only disappointment would come from leaving New York and  not knowing when I'd see her again.

"It's too early," she mumbled sleepily. I kissed her temple.

"Agreed."

"Then why are you waking me up?"

"Did I?" She nudged her round ass up against me and felt my cock harden  even more. "I'm sorry. He has a mind of his own. I can't control him."

"Mmm. You did a pretty good job of controlling him last night." She  rolled over to face me and wore a sleepy grin. The golden sunlight  coming through the windows illuminated the soft colors in her dark hair  and brightened her face. The dark circles she worn under her eyes since  the day she returned to Willow Falls were nearly gone and I could have  sworn she'd began to eat during the week we'd been away from each other.

"You're beautiful," I said, sweeping my thumb over her cheek. Her smile  grew and the sight of it anchored something in me. Resolution?  Possession? Need? All of these feelings flowed through me and in that  very moment, with my hand cupping her face, her hair flawlessly flailed  around our bed, and her beautiful amber eyes smiling up at me, I knew  we'd been brought together for a reason. I could only hope she felt the  same way. I kissed her chastely and pulled away, content to just hold  her.