“Skylar, what are you doing?” he groaned while unwrapping himself from her claws.
“You wanna hang out tonight? Maybe we could go to your place?” she asked with a tone that suggested she didn’t really want to hang out. There was this gleam in her eyes that was giving me the creeps.
“Not a good idea. My dad will be home,” he lied. Normally I was not one for lies, but in this case it was completely fine with me. I just wanted to go already.
“Alright. Well, you have my number. Call me later if you need anything. You still have my number, don’t you?” she insisted. After Ryder got rid of Skylar, we all headed to his house.
Walking into Ryder’s house still amazed me. It was so big for only him living here. There wasn’t much around to show it is a family home either. No family pictures of any sort. The walls were just plain empty. Snapping me out of my thoughts Asher pulled me along to a room upstairs that I haven’t been in yet.
When he opened the door I was surprised to see that there were in fact drawings all over the room. They range from pictures of the beach to pictures of nature. Walking over to the walls I look at each of them and wonder where he got them from.
“What is all of this Asher?” I asked with a hint of wonder in my voice. Turning around I saw his cheeks and ears turning pink. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and muttered, “I like to take pictures when I get some free time. I also like to draw but I am not that great.” I was practically bouncing on my feet to learn about this new bit of information about Asher.
I yelled at my inner self and told her to calm the fuck down because I didn’t want Asher to freak out. Walking up to him I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. Sitting him down I put my hands on the sides of his face and angled his face towards me.
“Asher these pictures are amazing. Why do you hide this about yourself?” I asked because he looked almost embarrassed about it. I watched his face and I saw him gulp visibly almost as if he wasn’t sure what to say.
Finally, after about two minutes, he said quietly, “Malia my family is not great. My big brother Jason used to be a football player in the NFL. He just started out and got an injury that ended his career. After that he moved back home with my parents and I. He drank all the time. He uh… fuck I hate talking about this shit. He likes to take his anger out on me. I get worried that if he sees my stuff in my room he will ruin it all. My parents don’t believe me when I tell them what is going on. Grayson and Ryder were the only ones to ever really be there for me and really the only ones that know about it,” he croaked.
I dropped my hands from his face. Him telling me this and showing me this side of him means so much to me. I didn't think he even realized it. I wanted to take his mind off of everything he just told me and give him something of mine. There isn’t much except one thing. With that last thought, I backed away from him and took my shirt off.
16.
Cobalt Blue
Asher
Telling Malia was not supposed to lead to this. I didn't normally open up to people like this. There was just something about Malia that made me feel like she got me. It could possibly be that we both had shitty parents. When Malia dropped her hands and backed away from me I thought that was gonna be the end of it. Thinking she was about to walk out of my room I almost got up but then her shirt came off and I almost felt stuck until my brain caught up to me.
Malia had a toned belly and she had perfect sized boobs in a bra that is my favorite color, cobalt blue . Her skin was a creamy white complexion with a slight birthmark right under her left boob.
“Malia I don’t want a pity fuck. That is not the reason I just told you all of that. My intention was for you to know more about me, not this.” I tried to say with as much strength in it but my voice wavered at the end. She looked at me and what came out of her mouth next shocked the fuck out of me.
“Asher I would never pity fuck anyone. I am giving you something I have only given one person and he left as soon as it was over. You gave me something that mattered to you and opened up to me. Let me return the favor?” she questioned. Coming closer she started to lift up my shirt but stopped and looked at me asking for permission with her eyes.
I gave her a slight nod to let her know it was okay. She lifted slowly and I winced slightly not because she hurt me but I didn't want her to feel pity for me. She got the shirt over my head and sucked in her breath. It looks a lot worse than it was. Jason hadn’t gotten to me in a couple of days. I had bruises all over me from his fists and sometimes
