“Strange.” Asher presses his index fingers to his lips. “He says you are not his girlfriend.”
Come again, say what?
Those words run over me like hot coals. My heart thumps like an angry squirrel, I unfasten the seat belt that grows too tight around my neck.
“When?” I whisper. His forehead wrinkles in confusion but he doesn’t reply. I don’t find him so cute right now. He should have kept his mouth shut. “When did he say this?”
“Last night.” I fake a smile he doesn’t see through. We spoke last night. The load in my chest shifts to my hands and they grow too heavy for me, which is good because I really want to strangle Ben right now. “When we were talking.”
Asher licks his lips, then continues demolishing the cookies. My hands tremble slightly as I clench them into fists to stop mysel
