Asher walked quietly beside me. We didn’t speak the entire way back to my dorm, but his steady presence was a comfort.
I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have someone care about me for the sake of caring.
Ever since our fight, I missed Asher desperately. What I would have given to be able to go back in time and change the way things ended between us.
But things happened as they did, there was no changing it. Moments like this, soft and stolen were all that were left for us.
When we reached the front of my dormitory, Asher paused.
“You should be safe from here,” he said.
“Yeah.” I wasn’t ready to be apart from him yet. I stood still, watching him.
He watched me right back.
His shoulders tensed. His hands twitched forward, but then stopped.
“Goodnight, Cynthia,” he said. A di
