(Harlow)
I couldn't believe he was looking at me like I was the problem. My backside hurt, my eyes were still wet, and tomorrow wasn't going to be fun. I had agreed to everything that happened, but that didn't erase the argument we'd been having before it started. Ben was still my friend whether Asher liked it or not.
"You heard me."
"I heard you."
"Good."
I reached for my clothes and started getting dressed. Asher didn't try to stop me, which was probably smart considering my mood. My dress touched my skin and I immediately regretted putting it on. I turned and glared at him.
"This is going to hurt tomorrow."
"Probably."
"You're not even sorry."
"No."
I grabbed my underwear and threw it at him. He caught it before it hit his face. I held my hand out because I wasn't walking arou
