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CHAPTER 12

作者: Emma Stone
last update 最終更新日: 2026-02-22 00:26:00

Asher’s POV

I pushed open the front door of Luca’s house with my shoulder.

The living room was dim except for the massive glow of the football game on the TV.

Luca and Jax were sprawled across the couch, their attention fixated on the screen as they played.

Luca spotted me first. He didn’t even pause the game—just tilted his head back over the couch and raised both eyebrows.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled. “Look who decided to grace us with his presence.”

Jax didn’t even look away from the scr
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  • Craving My Best Friend's Father   CHAPTER 12

    Asher’s POVI pushed open the front door of Luca’s house with my shoulder.The living room was dim except for the massive glow of the football game on the TV.Luca and Jax were sprawled across the couch, their attention fixated on the screen as they played. Luca spotted me first. He didn’t even pause the game—just tilted his head back over the couch and raised both eyebrows.“Well, well, well,” he drawled. “Look who decided to grace us with his presence.”Jax didn’t even look away from the screen. I let the door click shut behind me and dropped my backpack by the entry table with a thud. “Yeah, yeah. I’m so sorry about lunch, guys. Something… came up.”Luca finally hit pause. The frozen players on screen looked as annoyed as he did. He twisted around fully now, one arm slung over the back of the couch. “Something came up,” he repeated slowly. “And you couldn’t be bothered to shoot us a text? One sentence, Ash. ‘Yo, I can't make it’”I rubbed the back of my neck. “I already said I’

  • Craving My Best Friend's Father   CHAPTER 11

    Asher's POV The lecture hall buzzed with a low hum of whispers as Professor Hargrove dove back into his boring explanation.Asher sat rigid in his seat at the back, his notebook still blank. His mind was a whirlwind, replaying that intense eye contact with the new guy. 'What the hell was that?' he thought, his heart still pounding like he'd just sprinted a mile. Get a grip, Ash. He's probably just sizing up the room, looking for bros to bro out with.But deep down, Asher knew it wasn't that simple. There was something electric in that stare, something that made his skin prickle and his thoughts scatter. He stole a glance at Elliott, who was two rows ahead, scribbling notes with that effortless poise. 'Stop staring, idiot,' he chided himself. 'You're not some lovesick freshman. Focus on the damn topic.'A girl in the third row twirled her hair, her eyes flicking toward Elliott more often than the board.A couple of guys exchanged smirks, probably betting on how long it'd take for

  • Craving My Best Friend's Father   CHAPTER 10

    Asher's POV I stared at the massive poster plastered on the bulletin board outside the student center, my eyes scanning the grid of class schedules.Fall semester was creeping up faster than I expected, and I needed to make sure my psych elective didn't clash with that godforsaken 8 a.m. calc class. Out of nowhere, a freight train slammed into my back. Okay, not a literal train, but it might as well have been.Arms wrapped around my waist in a bone-crushing hug-tackle, and I went down like a sack of potatoes, my face smooshing against the poster. The air whooshed out of my lungs, and I wheezed, trying to twist free."If it isn't the gorgeous Asher fucking Vale!" Jax's voice boomed right in my ear, laced with that signature cackle of his. The guy was built like a brick wall—because he basically was one—and he had this habit of turning affection into assault. I swear, half the time I wondered if he was trying to hug me or audition for WWE."Get the fuck off me, you lunatic!" I chok

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    Asher's POV Our foreheads are pressed together, slick with sweat.Nico's breath fans over my lips in ragged puffs, mixing with mine, and for a second—just a second—I let myself believe this means something.That the way he's looking at me isn't just the high of coming undone. My heart's hammering in my chest, not just from the orgasm that's still buzzing through my veins, but from this stupid, fluttering hope that's unfurling inside me. God, Asher, you are such an idiot.I swallow hard, trying to steady myself, my hands still clutching at his shoulders because if I let go, I might just fall apart.His cum is on my stomach, marking me like a brand, and fuck, part of me loves it. Loves feeling claimed, even if it's just for this moment.I tilt my head a fraction, brushing my nose against his, chasing that closeness. "Nico," I whisper, my voice hoarse, barely holding together. "That was... intense." Understatement of the century. He chuckles lowly, and pulls back just enough to meet

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    Nico's POV I watch the flush crawl up Asher’s neck like wildfire, painting that pretty skin crimson, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cock throb harder against the thin fabric of my gym shorts.He’s trying so damn hard to play it cool—his eyes darting between my face and my chest like he can’t decide which part of me he wants to devour first.I step closer.Close enough that the heat rolling off his body mingles with mine. Close enough that I can smell the faint trace of cheap body wash and nervous sweat clinging to him.“You’re a terrible liar, pretty boy.”His breath hitches.I don't know where the pet name suddenly comes from but his gorgeous eyes flick up to mine, and I see him surrender to the thick sexual tension humming between us.I reach out slowly, giving him time to bolt if he wants to.He doesn’t.My palm cups the side of his throat, thumb brushing the frantic pulse hammering under his jaw.His skin is fever-hot. I feel the tremor that runs through him when I press just a l

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    Asher's POV The engine of my car hums as I weave through the city streets, but I'm barely even paying attention to the road. My mind's like a goddamn whirlwind, spinning around one person and refusing to quit. Nico. It's been what, a week since he left for work in Chicago? For some reason, it feels like a lifetime since I last saw him.I keep replaying that night between us in my head, the way his hands felt on my skin, the dirty words he spewed out just for me lived rent-free in my thoughts.I mean, shit, I've been obsessing over it non-stop. Every time I close my eyes, all I see his face, his smirk, his dark eyes. I'm sure he doesn't think about me like this. I'm probably just some dumb kid to him.Fuck, I need to get a grip. The streetlights start flickering as I turn onto Elmwood Avenue, my... home I guess. This neighborhood—it's like stepping into a completely different world.The place is full of graffiti-covered walls, trash blowing in the wind, and that ever-present smel

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