Elena.
"So you went through all that stress just to confirm if Asher was into me." I gasped as he nodded, the grim smile on his face never leaving.
"You're so smart, Elena." He smiled brightly as I narrowed my gaze at him.
"But seriously, Ethan, how do you feel? Are you okay? Does your head hurt any less?" I rasped as he shook his head.
"Gosh, Elena, you act like my grandma. And for your question, I'm perfectly fine; now go to Asher's room and see him.".
I shook my head; anytime Asher and I were together, it always had the same twist: Asher kissing me like his life depended on me, then pushing me away like I had some kind of STDs. It always made me feel like I was being used, and I just wasn't ready for that horrible feeling that sat at the pit of my stomach at the same thought of bei
