Page 71 of Asher
“You told them?” He raised a brow and squeezed my ass playfully.
“Oh, and Grayson knows, too.” I reminded him.
“So, it’s only a matter of time before my entire family knows.”
I winced. “Basically. We should probably tell them, huh?”
“Yeah. I’ll try to find time tell mom and dad this weekend.”
“Do you want to wait for me?”
“And have you witness my mother chewing my ass like a damn teenager. No thanks.”
“I think you should totally wait for me to come back.” My head tilted to the side. “Do you think she’ll be mad you married me?”
“She’ll be ecstatic that I married you.” His voice was confident as he rubbed my back soothingly. “She’ll be pissed that she didn’t get to plan a wedding.”
“Yeah. I’m sure my mom, Holly and Layla won’t be too pleased with me either.”
He tapped his fingers on my lower back right above my ass. Should I feel weird that I’m laying half naked next to him? “We could fix that for them you know?” He stared up at the ceiling and my mouth popped open.
“What?” I squeaked.
His lips twitched as he glanced down at me. “We could get married for real.”
“Are you proposing to me right now? With your dick out?”
Asher chuckled; his brown eyes filled with light. “No. Not right now. But that’s where I would like to get, eventually.”
“Asher,” I sighed, happily. My heart fluttered in my chest.
“What do you think?”
I took a deep breath and walked my fingers up his stomach. “I think that if you really propose to me, you better be fully clothed. Otherwise, I won’t be able to think straight.”
“That’s not helping to persuade me to put on pants. I’m gonna need everything in my arsenal to convince you to say yes.”
“I think it might be easier than you think,” I said softly.
“Yeah?” He cupped my chin, bringing my face closer to his.
“Yeah.”
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Asher
What are you doing?
I smiledat the text lighting up my screen. I was in Chicago to shoot a Friday wedding and for it being held on a Friday night; it was one of the biggest weddings I’ve ever shot. They requested that I take pictures at the rehearsal dinner too, which was a show in itself and also why my feet hurt from the cute, but painful black heels I wore.
They were a mistake. I’d have to make sure to wear flats to the actual wedding.
Haley
Just got back to the hotel. What are you doing?
I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. I always dressed up for rehearsals and weddings. Usually in black so I blended into the background. My hair always went up into a curled and styled ponytail, so that it would be out of my face. Tugging on the elastic hair tie, my hair fell around my shoulders. Clutching my phone, I walked into the bathroom to shower.