“‘Cute couple’? I am not gay, and you better never say that again!” Asher screams at me, suddenly not afraid to scowl at me with fierce eyes.
Not one to back down, I match his stance but shake a bit inside, unsure of what Asher may do when he feels someone threatened his sexuality. Luckily, my sadistic sperm donor taught me to shoot at a young age (the only good thing he did for me), and I have a gun in my purse if the situation gets out of hand.
After his outburst, Asher becomes aware of how loudly he screamed at me. Before he gives me a semi-remorseful glance, I catch him looking around to ensure no one heard him scream the word “gay.”
“I never should have asked,” I mutter.
“I agree,” Asher grunts.
Asher still portrays guarded body language. I start to understand the dark side of the cowboy mentality a bit more, but I honestly don’t relate.
I enjoy the comfortability to sleep with and love who I choose. Other people judge me, but I don't care. Plus, most people find my sexual adventures hot instead of taboo or embarrassing. I wish Asher felt comfortable enough to enjoy and explore his new fervor.
Asher and I face each other at a heavy standstill. He finally relaxes his posture slightly and sits back down in his seat. However, he covers his face with his hat.
“I want you to leave,” Asher states assertively.
I don’t respond. I simply rush off the property, wiping tears off my cheek.
I don’t care that Asher feels insecure or embarrassed about his sexuality, but he doesn’t need to take it out on me. I realize the tears also come from the possibility of Asher and Liam missing out on a genuine romantic (and business) partnership.
I once again see the birds in the sky, flying freely, and I hope Asher sees them, too.