I didn’t resort to sweats, but I did tug on a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie sweatshirt with Edge of Black’s logo across the front. He’d probably call me out on it, but it really was my favorite.
Just before heading out the door, I ran back down to the basement and grabbed another bottle of wine. I really hoped that these weren’t overly expensive because I needed to pay my mom back for them. Dad didn’t partake in the red liquid; he was more of a beer or liquor drinker.
I didn’t know if Asher would drink the wine, but I’d take it just in case. Maybe he’d have a good local brew at his place. I wasn’t particular with my alcohol, as long as it wasn’t Gin. Gin and I didn’t get along well.
Gathering all of the goods, I went back to Bessie and the damn traitor purred to life without issue. She was as eager to see Asher as I was.
I probably could have walked across the yard, but the night was getting a bit colder as fall fell in the air. And the drive took all of thirty seconds
As I pulled into a spot in front of Asher’s closed garage, he skipped down the steps looking like the fucking rock star that he was. Bare chest, tight black pants, wet hair. He looked like he’d just finished his set on stage, while I looked like a mom of three that was neck-deep in laundry day.
He quickly made it to my side and opened the door, not a screech to be heard. I felt like a schlump as he held his hand out to me, but I placed mine in his anyway, allowing him to tug me out of the car.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Asher,” I whispered as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my cheek, which flamed under his touch.
“Yeah?”
Something idiotic took over and instead of telling him how incredibly hot he looked, I said, “The ice cream is going to melt.”
He pulled back with a surprised expression and arched brow. I was pretty sure that Bessie was going to make me pay for that mishap later.
“Alright. Let’s get everything inside.”
I grabbed a few bags and trudged behind him, wondering if I’d just screwed everything up in a matter of seconds. Things between Asher and me were so hot and cold. I had no idea where we stood.
He must have noticed that I had fallen behind because Asher stopped at the top of the stairs while I was still lingering in his walkway.
“Come on, beautiful. The fire is burning,” I heard him call out to me with a smirk and I couldn’t help but pick up my pace and join him.
I wondered if the pizza oven was the only fire going right now. Soon I’d find out.