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Remy
I don’t know how many times we were stopped by fans, wanting to hug Asher, kiss him, or just touch his shirt. Some were too reluctant to actually make contact but still hovered, crowding as close as they dared and making our trek to the bar seem like the Boston Marathon.
Mostly he was vague and distant with everyone, smiling with them and then setting them an arm’s length away once he let them have a hug.
We were only about five feet from our destination when a pretty little blonde squirmed her way through the people to reach him, screeching, “Asher!”
He broke into the biggest grin and swept his up into her arms, kissing the side of her head.
I have no clue why that bothered me. I barely knew this guy, and feeling all possessive of someone just because I thought he was hot to
