“Make sure of what? That I wasn’t with you for your money? Jesus, what the fuck? I don’t understand what goes on in that head of yours sometimes.” This kind of hurts, but I know he’s right. “I’ve never asked you to pay for shit. I never want you to pay for shit.”
This’s i true. Anytime I’ve tried to pay for something, I get the look that promises I won’t like what happens if I don’t put my money away.
“You’re right. I know. I should have told you.”
“You should have but I understand why you didn’t. It doesn’t make me happy, but I understand.”
“Thanks,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on his chest.
“Just don’t keep shit from me. I don’t like knowing you have kept that secret for over a month.” Crap, I never thought about it like that.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into his chest, feeling like a total dork.
“When you move in, we’ll talk about your money.”
“What?” My head jerks back so I can look into his eyes.
“You heard me, and know that shit will be soon. I don’t like you having to travel to your dad’s every few days to go get clothes and shit.”
“Asher,” I say, glaring at him and putting my hands on my hips for the full effect. “You are not going to boss me into moving in with you.”
“There will be no bossing, baby. You want to move in. Don’t you love feeding me breakfast in bed every morning?” he asks and I shiver. Every morning, he has me for breakfast before he gets out of bed, and yes, I do love feeding him. “Don’t you like lazing on the couch, watching movies at night?” I do love that too or even just lying on him while he watches a game. “Don’t you love cooking in my kitchen?” Yes, I love his kitchen. It is my favorite room in the house. I love baking in there or just sitting at the counter and reading on my Kindle. “Don’t you love me fucking you whenever you need to be fucked?” Um, yes! I bite my lip and look over his shoulder.
“Those are just a few of the reasons why I won’t have to boss you to move in with me.” He has a point. He won’t need to boss me into it. It is just too soon. Maybe in a few months, but right now, I like knowing that I still have my dad’s house to run to if I need it.
“Can we not talk about this right now? I need to get ready to go to your parents’ house.”
“Yeah, we can wait to talk about it, but we will be talking about it.”
“Great.” I roll my eyes. “Something to look forward to.” He kisses my nose and gives me his dimple smile then leaves me to watch him walk away. I shake my head. He’s such a jerk but I love him. Wait, what? I love him? Oh my God, I love him. Oh no, I love him. Crap! Oh my God, does he love me? I turn to look in the mirror. “So what, you love him. He doesn’t have to love you back,” I whisper to myself.
“What, baby?”
“Shit!” I jump and look through the mirror to see Asher watching me. “Um, nothing. I just, um, burnt myself.”
“Are you okay?” he asks, smirking, and I wonder if he heard me admit to myself that I love him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Great. Just fine.” Great, now I’m blabbering like an idiot. He tilts his head and smiles. My heart starts thumping double time.
“Uh huh. I thought I heard you say something?” he says, taking a step closer to me.
“Nope, not me. I didn’t say anything. Maybe you heard the TV or something.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“The TVs are off.”
“Hmm, that’s strange. Maybe you have a ghost,” I say, tilting my head.
“This house is built on an old graveyard, so I wouldn’t be surprised if there are ghosts.”
“What?” I whisper in shock. I hate ghosts. Not that I’ve met any, but I don’t like the idea of them. I watched the first Paranormal Activity movie and got so scared that I had to sleep with the lights on for a month. Let’s just say my college roommate was not happy about that. “We can’t stay here,” I yell. “We have to hire a ghost buster person to come get rid of it. Then, we have to bless the house, and if the ghost doesn’t leave, we need to move.” I am panting and Asher’s lips are twitching. “Oh my God! This is not funny. We could end up dead, don’t you know that? Haven’t you ever seen the exorcist?” I yell.
He throws his head back, laughing. “Baby, there is no ghost. I was kidding. The house is not built on a graveyard.”
I smack him in the arm. “That’s not funny. Why would you say something like that?”