Asher held me tightly, arms clasped around my waist, body pressed firmly along my back. He showed no signs of wanting to let go, but still, I gripped tightly at his wrists to keep him right where he was.
I wasn’t sure I could trust what he was saying. He only wanted… me? That seemed so far-fetched. But Asher didn’t lie to me. If he was saying to me that he only kissed this girl, than I believed him. It still hurt, but…
He was with me, here, now, out in the dark on the sidewalk. Not in his dorm room with her.
We needed to talk about this, I knew that. But I didn’t want to let go of him yet.
The feeling seemed mutual.
“Cynthia,” he whispered. “Please forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” I said, just as softly.
“Don’t lie to me.”
Finally, reluctantly, I knew the time for talk
