Asher
I thought f*****g him senseless was going to make him forget about what he'd been going on about in the afternoon, but I was wrong. In fact, it seemed like he'd become more convinced that there was something he wasn't remembering.
He kept mumbling to himself all evening and staring off into space at random times. I was beginning to panic. He looked like he was going crazy.
“He just might be. Can't really say that's a bad thing though,” Dean sneered.
“Ah! He lives!” I mocked. Dean had gone silent on me since my afternoon romp with Liam. The canine could hold a grudge.
“What do we do?” I asked him desperately.
“We? Don't you really mean me?” He answered tiredly.
“Yes I do. Can you fix it?”
“You sound desperate. Dude's going to be fine. He's just spent too much time around you
