Chapter 9. Gifts and ungrateful guys
The house was empty when I walked in. Asher wasn't in yet.
I finished my assignments and studied for the Quiz I had tomorrow on Trigonometry.
I took out the jar of chocolate cookie and sat in front of TV. I wasn't looking at TV, I was staring at the door waiting for Asher to arrive.
When I heard his car, I ran to the front door – like an eager 60’s wife – and waited for him to get down.
I wanted to give him the gift before I’d change my mind. Asher looked at me curiously before he stopped in front of me.
"What?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“I have a gift for you.” I smiled at him.
“What do you mean, idi*t?” His voice was harsh, but his look wasn’t. Something had changed in him – something I wished I could understand.
“I said I’ve
