Asher is home from work. I listen as he kicks off his shoes. He places something down on the table, sounds like food. Then he goes into his room and slams the door. He cranks the music loud, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. I decide to stay in my room, I snuggle into bed, deciding to finally read that book. Suddenly, the door bursts open, Asher stands there, towering 6'4, his muscular frame filling the doorway. A smirk growing across his face. "The fuck you doing? Sleeping already?" His steel-grey eyes flicker as he licks his lips. "It's Friday night, don't you dare go to sleep now." I shrug my shoulders, realizing it was Friday, and day 2 with Asher. "What would I even do? I don't know anyone in this area." I try to convince him, he crosses his arms, tattoos visible on his bare skin. "You know me." He says confidently, causing my body to ache and stir. "Come out with me?" He says, his voice low and suggestive. I bite my lower lip...