Chapter 5
Furious buzzing woke me. I opened my eyes, blinked, and rubbed away the sleep with my fingers. Sometime during the night, Asher and I had drifted apart, but we were still facing each other. His cheeks and chin were covered in dark stubble, and I wanted to lean forward and rub my face against all that fabulous scratchiness.
After a brief break, the buzzing restarted. Asher groaned and stirred, throwing his arm back, fumbling around for the offending noisemaker.
“I’m gonna buy a f*****g gun so I can shoot that damn thing,” he mumbled without opening his eyes.
I snorted. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just drop it in the toilet?”
His eyes flew open, and he gasped when he saw me. He squeezed them shut and reopened them slowly, as if to make sure I wasn’t a hallucination. I chuckled.
