*Asher*
I don't waste any time. Little Rock, here we come!
I arrange to pick up Ophelia two days later when I don't have football practice to distract me for a few days. I feel my leg shaking as I sit in the car, driving us to the hangar. I'm starting to second-guess if this is a good idea. But after being so confident while speaking to Ophelia, how am I supposed to be open and honest about this?
I force myself to breathe, trying not to alert her to the nerves coursing through my body. This is a good idea. I want her to know the REAL me. I don't want the tabloids to be the only truth out there for her to discover. Besides, if she knew me on the day we met as Asher Slater, there's no doubt she must know something about my past.
“Are you okay?" Her voice hits me like an air freshener, s
