LOGINELLIOT It was almost pathetic how the answer rose in me, sharp and instinctual. Yes. Yes, I trusted him. But I wasn’t sure if it was right to tell him that. Or if it was even right to feel this way toward someone I had only known for months. “I want to,” I said finally. My answer didn’t deter him. His mouth firmed. “You should.” His hand left my cheek and I mourned the loss almost immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident behind his movements. “I didn’t even know you were coming,” he said. I frowned. “Sebastian invited me. He texted me, saying I should join you guys.” His expression darkened. “That bastard. Of course he did,” he muttered. I was mildly confused. Did Sebastian not tell him I was coming? My mind ran through a variety of scenarios. “Do you think he set you up?” I asked. “Why would he even do that?” “He’s just bored. And when he’s bored, he likes to stir things up.” Asher shook his head. “I should’ve known. He was having way to
ELLIOT Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How stupid was I? It was funny that after last night, after what we shared, I somehow believed our relationship was about to change. That Asher loved me. How stupid. How naive. I shouldn’t have come. That was the only coherent thought running through my head as I pushed through the crowd, past flashing lights and bodies that were too close to me. I shouldn’t have come. The music throbbed in my ears, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in my chest. I shouldn’t have come. Because now I couldn’t unsee it. The way that guy had been sitting close to Asher. The way his body had been angled toward him. The way it had all looked so easy, natural. I exhaled sharply as I stepped outside of the club, the cool night air hitting my face like a slap. It didn’t help to calm the rising heat within me. I wrapped my jacket tighter around me and continued walking. “Elliot,” Asher called out behind me. Fuck. I didn’t think he’d catch up this fast. I
ASHERBefore I could respond, two guys approached us.They looked confident, attractive. The kind of people who knew exactly what they were doing.Sebastian’s attention shifted instantly.“Well, well,” he murmured, a grin spreading across his face.One of them leaned in toward him, saying something I couldn’t hear over the music.Sebastian laughed, clearly interested.I rolled my eyes. Of course he was interested.The other guy turned to me.Sebastian clapped me on the shoulder. “I’ll be back.”And just like that, he was gone. Leaving me with him.He slid into the seat beside me like he belonged there.“Hey,” he said smoothly.I nodded once. “Hey.”“You look bored.”I raised an eyebrow. Really? That was what he was going with?How had I once found this routine fun?“That’s because I am,” I replied.He smiled, like he found that amusing. “I’m sure I can fix that.”“I’m good,” I said, taking a small step back.He didn’t take the hint. Instead, he leaned closer.“I’ve been watching you,”
ASHER“I’m bored.”I didn’t even look up from my phone. “How tragic.”Sebastian groaned loudly, throwing himself back dramatically against the couch like he was auditioning for the role of the world’s most annoying. “No, seriously. I’m dying. If I stay in this house any longer, I might actually perish.”“Then perish quietly,” I muttered.A pillow hit me in the face.I lowered my phone slowly, fixing him with a flat look. “Do you have a death wish?”“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “But not before I drag you out tonight.”I narrowed my eyes. “No.”“Yes.”“No.”“Yes.”“I’m not going to a club with you,” I said. “I have nothing to do there. Not interested in dancing. Not interested in drinking. Not interested in picking up guys.”I ticked up my fingers as I spoke.Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Because you have Elliot now.”“Exactly. You get it. See? You’re not so dumb after all,” I said, already turning my attention back to my phone.He leaned forward, snatching it out of my hand.“Sebas
ASHERMy heart pounded in my chest as Elliot moved his lips over mine. Somehow, this kiss felt different than the other ones we shared. It was softer, tender almost. It felt like I could feel all of Elliot’s emotions in the kiss.It made me heady.I pulled him closer, our bare chests pressing together under the rumpled sheets.We’d been cuddling for what felt like hours, legs tangled, his warmth seeping into me and it’d been soft, intimate. But now as Elliot deepened the kiss, his obvious hunger seeping into the kiss, I realized the time for softness was over. It was all hard now.Pun fully intended.I gasped in a silent moan and Elliot took full advantage, his tongue slipping past my lips to trace mine with lazy strokes.I cupped the back of his neck, fingers threading through his soft hair, holding him against me as the kiss turned languid, wet slides of tongue exploring every corner.A moan escaped him, vibrating against me, and I swallowed it.“Shh, baby,” I murmured against his l
ELLIOTIt was my turn to tense.It was a loaded question. One I didn’t expect him to ask. One I hadn’t really given much thought to.I swallowed nervously.I tried to choose my words carefully.“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “My father and I have always had a complicated relationship, but after my mother and brother died…”I used to think my mum was the glue that held us together and it turned out I was right. We were nothing without her.“... it got worse,” I finished. “A lot has happened between us. He has hurt me a lot. I’m sure he’d say I’ve done the same.”Asher’s arm tightened around me in reassurance and I moved in closer to him.“You know, after my mum died…” It was like I couldn’t stop talking now. Like a dam had been broken. “It felt like I lost two parents, not one. He just… retreated into himself. He wasn’t there when I needed him the most.”It was worse than that. Barely months after they died, he started going on dates. Secretly at first, then more openly. Like he didn







