that he had a tattoo and I thought it was hot. I backtracked quickly then, realizing that Ash didn't have any. I pointed out that I thought guys without tattoos were hot, too, but my heart was racing as fast as the words were tumbling out. He just watched me in quiet amusement as we walked.
Eventually, we'd ended up outside of the Fraser dormitories.
"Do you live here, too?" I asked, hopeful.
He shook his head, his hair sensually whipping him in the face. "No. My ride is parked here." He nodded over to the only vehicle parked there: a red motorcycle.
Hot and rich, I mentally noted to myself.
"Oh. Well, if you ever want to hang out, or not hang out, together, let me know."
Ash grinned. "Yeah. Hit me up on Facebook. We can plan a day to not hang out together."
"Sure, I'll add you. What's your last name?" I asked.
"Harding."
I spluttered as I came to. A million confused thoughts flooded me. Where was I? What happened? Was that a dream or a memory? Where was Asher?
The last one answered itself when Asher's lips pressed against mine, his fingers plugging my nose. I recognized his scent.
What the hell? I thought, but then he started breathing into my mouth and I couldn't help but giggle underneath him, in spite of it all.
I opened my eyes to see that he had pushed himself off of me and sat back. The sun was blinding me and my eyes snapped shut again before I shielded the rays away from my line of vision.
Asher's lips were moving, but I couldn't process anything he was saying. All I could do was stare. The dream felt so real, but the more I thought about it, the more it slipped out of my grasp. Chunks of that night stayed with me. The main chunk being Asher. He looked the same, but different. He was more built now, he had tattoos, his hair was shorter. He looked even hotter than before.
As I watched him, the rest of my senses slowly began to trickle in. The first was the sound of waves crashing. The second was that I was soaking wet. The third was the throbbing pain I felt all over my body.
Pressing myself up slowly, I looked around. Asher's words were beginning to process, but I was too distracted to listen to him now. We were on a beach. It looked like it was straight out of a luxury vacation ad, all white sands and turquoise waters and palm trees. The main giveaway that we weren't at a luxury resort was the lack of people and buildings. It was just us and the nature.
"Am I dreaming?" I asked hoarsely.
"Would answering that question confirm it if you were?"
I let out a soft laugh and shook my head, immediately wincing. "I guess not. Ow."
Asher's brows knit in concern as he leaned in closer to examine my head. He pulled a shard of seashell out of my scalp, and I cried out.
"It didn't cut you very deep. We'll need to clean it up later and keep it bandaged. You're actually lucky, not a scratch on you after the accident. Well, other than the seashell, but that's my bad."
"Where is everyone else?" My heart was pounding, and I feared I knew the answer to that already. One look at Asher's grim face and my suspicions were confirmed.
"I don't know," he responded truthfully. "The jet split and we separated from the others. I was too busy dragging you out and making sure you were okay to check for anyone else. If anyone else was on our end, they didn't make it."
My eyes followed his finger, I turned my head to see what he was pointing at and my jaw dropped at the sight. It was half the jet out in the ocean, flames licking the parts that weren't already scorched.
"Holy crap, how long was I out?" It was scary thinking that we were in there and now it was destroyed, but what Asher said next was even scarier.
"Ten minutes or so. I had to inflate your life jacket and get us both out here pretty fast. That," he nodded towards the burning vessel, "started just a few minutes after the crash."
"Holy fuck ," I swore, not bothering to censor myself this time.
My hand flung up to cover my mouth as I processed this new
Eventually, we'd ended up outside of the Fraser dormitories.
"Do you live here, too?" I asked, hopeful.
He shook his head, his hair sensually whipping him in the face. "No. My ride is parked here." He nodded over to the only vehicle parked there: a red motorcycle.
Hot and rich, I mentally noted to myself.
"Oh. Well, if you ever want to hang out, or not hang out, together, let me know."
Ash grinned. "Yeah. Hit me up on Facebook. We can plan a day to not hang out together."
"Sure, I'll add you. What's your last name?" I asked.
"Harding."
I spluttered as I came to. A million confused thoughts flooded me. Where was I? What happened? Was that a dream or a memory? Where was Asher?
The last one answered itself when Asher's lips pressed against mine, his fingers plugging my nose. I recognized his scent.
What the hell? I thought, but then he started breathing into my mouth and I couldn't help but giggle underneath him, in spite of it all.
I opened my eyes to see that he had pushed himself off of me and sat back. The sun was blinding me and my eyes snapped shut again before I shielded the rays away from my line of vision.
Asher's lips were moving, but I couldn't process anything he was saying. All I could do was stare. The dream felt so real, but the more I thought about it, the more it slipped out of my grasp. Chunks of that night stayed with me. The main chunk being Asher. He looked the same, but different. He was more built now, he had tattoos, his hair was shorter. He looked even hotter than before.
As I watched him, the rest of my senses slowly began to trickle in. The first was the sound of waves crashing. The second was that I was soaking wet. The third was the throbbing pain I felt all over my body.
Pressing myself up slowly, I looked around. Asher's words were beginning to process, but I was too distracted to listen to him now. We were on a beach. It looked like it was straight out of a luxury vacation ad, all white sands and turquoise waters and palm trees. The main giveaway that we weren't at a luxury resort was the lack of people and buildings. It was just us and the nature.
"Am I dreaming?" I asked hoarsely.
"Would answering that question confirm it if you were?"
I let out a soft laugh and shook my head, immediately wincing. "I guess not. Ow."
Asher's brows knit in concern as he leaned in closer to examine my head. He pulled a shard of seashell out of my scalp, and I cried out.
"It didn't cut you very deep. We'll need to clean it up later and keep it bandaged. You're actually lucky, not a scratch on you after the accident. Well, other than the seashell, but that's my bad."
"Where is everyone else?" My heart was pounding, and I feared I knew the answer to that already. One look at Asher's grim face and my suspicions were confirmed.
"I don't know," he responded truthfully. "The jet split and we separated from the others. I was too busy dragging you out and making sure you were okay to check for anyone else. If anyone else was on our end, they didn't make it."
My eyes followed his finger, I turned my head to see what he was pointing at and my jaw dropped at the sight. It was half the jet out in the ocean, flames licking the parts that weren't already scorched.
"Holy crap, how long was I out?" It was scary thinking that we were in there and now it was destroyed, but what Asher said next was even scarier.
"Ten minutes or so. I had to inflate your life jacket and get us both out here pretty fast. That," he nodded towards the burning vessel, "started just a few minutes after the crash."
"Holy fuck ," I swore, not bothering to censor myself this time.
My hand flung up to cover my mouth as I processed this new
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