We didn’t move for a long time. His arms stayed wrapped around me, one hand lazily stroking my back while the other played with my hair. The party downstairs had quieted to muffled laughter and distant music. My body felt loose, sated, a little sore in the best places.
Asher broke the silence first, voice soft and surprisingly clear for how drunk he’d been. “That wasn’t just the alcohol, Stace.”
I lifted my head, chin on his chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh? So the drunk best friend suddenly realizes he wants to f**k his platonic soulmate?” Sarcasm was always my shield, even now.
He smiled…. that crooked, boyish grin that had always been my weakness. “Not suddenly. I’ve been an i***t for years. Watching you date losers who didn’t deserve you. Pretending I was fine
