Asher drove us out of town. Relaxed, I sunk down into the comfortable leather seat.
The windows were opened a crack, enough for some cool air to brush over my face, chilling away any lingering warmth I felt from my embarrassment in Asher’s presence.
In the background, he’d turned the radio up, some soothing music with a light beat.
Before long, I found myself drifting off into a calm sleep.
I woke up as the car came to a halt. With only trees out my window, I didn’t recognize where we were.
“We have to walk from here,” Asher said, undoing his seatbelt. “It’s not far.”
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I followed him around the car and up a dirt path through the forest. The trees were pine, and smelled like Asher.
Asher held out his hand for me and I took it. He guided me over
