HAZEL
“What are you thinking about?” Asher asks, breaking through my reverie. I flinch, hating how easily he rattles me. We’ve left the woods. Both dressed, walking towards the Range Rover, pretending to ignore everything that had transpired between us.
At least, that’s what I’ve been trying to do.
“Nothing,” I say too quickly. It sounds like a lie, so I back track. “Actually, yes. I’m thinking about what you said earlier. What is that supposed to mean, asking if I’m yours? Since when do we say stuff like that to each other?”
“You must be hoping for me to take it back,” he doesn’t exactly sound amused. He’s not angry either. He’s just—Asher.
“I am hoping you’ll tell me why you would ask me that. Why do you suddenly want to claim me?”
The Range Rover is within sight now. We’re the o
