He stepped closer, pressed further. “You think he likes you? Asher hates you. Do you know what his life was like before?” “Stop,” I whispered, but he just kept going. “Women, parties, glory. What is it now? Chasing after you to clean up your messes.” “Stop,” I said again, louder. This time,

So I said, “And I don’t think you do either.” The girl glared at the cover of her book. “If you can tell me what happened,” I continued. “Then maybe I can help her. I just want to be her friend.” The girl still seemed unsure. “People mock her everywhere she goes. You sure you want to be involv

I nodded. She waved both hands up and down. “One lies. One doesn’t. I wonder who you should be believe.” The last sentence dripped with saracasm. “Oh.” Oh. Had I really been so blind? Had I let my own insecurities about myself dig so far under my skin that I was willing to not trust Asher? A

But… Maybe he was just mad at Asher. They really didn’t seem to like each other. Was it possible their feud had nothing to do with me? Could Joseph hate Asher while still being loyal to me? “You look like you have a lot on your mind. I do, too,” he said. He hitched his thumb in the direction of th

I ran out of steam and looked down at my hands. That end part hadn’t been a lie. He did deserve everything. I just wished the everything he wanted included me. “I don’t need to date,” he said. Surprised, I looked up at him. “You deserve love, Asher.” “And you think I’ll find it dating random g