"Yo, she lives!" Carson said loudly, causing me to wince from his booming voice.
"How are you alive though? That's the real question." Asher added like we weren't just kissing and my life wasn't just flipped upside down.
Asher walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a Gatorade, placing it in front of me. His eyes met mine for the briefest moment before he turned away and sat at the kitchen island on a stool. Anxiety filled me..what the hell has happened since yesterday? I had three guys into me in the span of twenty-four hours?! Better late than never I guess.
"Surprisingly I didn't drink that much. And holy shit..did you guys clean the kitchen?" Carson said with surprise, looking around the kitchen. I peered over at Asher, the memory of his mouth on mine flashing through my head
