"Ahaha, um, back up please?" Angel said, fake laughing.
"How about a kiss first?" Asher winked.
"You have a girlfriend, sherlock," Angel said straightforward.
"A girlfriend? Hm, last time I checked, that girlfriend and I weren't official yet," Asher smirked.
"You guys aren't official? I—eh, I thought when she said boyfriend you guys already were in a committed relationship?" Angel said, confused.
"She takes things to fast with me, I'm into girls who are a little more hard to get," Asher replied, getting a little closer.
"Well, then your taking it to fast," Angel said, blushing a deeper red. "Can you, um—back o-off a bit?"
"Sure thing, kitty," Asher grinned, backing off.
"Um, thanks," Angel murmered.
"We should go to sleep," Asher said looking at the time. "It's nine fifty-five already."
"We? Wait, your sleeping here too!?" Angel screamed.
"Yes? Didn't Olivia explain that I'm staying over all month?" Asher asked.
"I mean, she said you'd accompany me but I didn't think you'd be sleeping here," Angel started, "where do you want to sleep?"
"I'll sleep here, Olivia especially said for me to stay here," Asher said.
"Then I'll sleep downstairs on the couch," Angel said.
"No you won't, your staying here with me, kitty," Asher grinned.
"No I'm not," Angel said.
"Yes you are, I'll let you wear my clothes," Asher said.
"I guess I'm sleeping with you!" Angel said happily. "But not like that!"
"Got it," Asher chuckled.
...
Angel threw on Asher's hoodie and walked out of Olivia's closet. "Damn, this is huge on me."
"What'd you expect? I'm 5"9'," Asher grinned.
"What? No way!" Angel shouted in surprise.
"Yes way," Asher chuckled.
"Damn...I mean, what did I expect from a twenty year old?" Angel mumbled to herself.
"Get to bed, you have school tomorrow," Asher ordered.
"You're not my dad," Angel said, rolling her eyes.
"Go to bed, or I'll kiss you," Asher said. He stood up and moved closer to Angel.
"H-hey! Move away!" Angel stuttered.
"How about...no?" Asher smirked. He pushed her against a wall and leaned closer.
"S-stop!" Angel blushed.
"Give me a good reason why," Asher said.
"I have school tomorrow!" Angel said. "And once someone kisses me I can't resist..." she mumbled to herself.
"Okay, kitty," Asher winked. He moved away from her, giving her space to walk away.
Angel walked away and undid the bed. She jumped in under the covers and fell fast asleep from the tiring day.
Asher looked at her and smiled. He moved closer to her and stared at her. Asher gently kissed her forehead and Angel automatically smiled, yet she was not awake.
...
In the morning, Angel woke up to Asher holding her tightly. She struggled to get out of his arms but he only held on tighter.
"Ahem, wake up," Angel said softly, but Asher didn't move a muscle. "Ugh, damn you boys with strong arms."
"That's not really nice, princess," Asher whispered in Angel's ear.
"AGH!" Angel yelled and jumped out of his arms.
"See, you are strong enough," Asher smirked and layed on his back with his hands around his neck.
"Idiot..." Angel mumbled.
"Hm? What was that, princess?" Asher asked, grinning.
"Eh—nothing!" Angel exclaimed.
"If you say so," Asher replied, closing his eyes.
"Hey! Don't go back to bed! I've gotta change!" Angel yelled.
"Then change," Asher smirked, keeping his eyes shut.
"Are you asking for a death wish!? Get out pervert!" Angel yelled, blushing hard.
"M'kay, princess" Asher said causally. He got out of bed and walked out the room.
Angel quickly locked the door. "Better to be safe then sorry," she thought.
She changed into sweats and and hoodie. Angel was not the type to dress up for people. She put her hair into a messy bun and walked to the door.
Angel unlocked the door, letting Asher in and walked out it herself.
"Not much of the dresser I see?" Asher asked.
"No one to dress up for," Angel shrugged.
"Who am I then?" Asher asked, acting hurt.
"A roach," Angel answered, walking down the stairs.
"Damn...I'm a roach to a beautiful young lady," Asher thought to himself. He threw on some shorts and a shirt and ran down stairs.
When he arrived in the kitchen, Angel was already cooking up a storm.
"What's all this?" Asher asked.
"Breakfast," Angel smiled.
Asher stared into her eyes as she smiled at him and couldn't help but get lost in them.
He smiled back. "She possesses such beauty, but she looks empty inside, like there's a part of her missing..." Asher thought.
"I'll make her feel restored if it's the last thing I do, she's special, I won't let her go!" Asher thought.
Little did he know, Angel was a lot harder than she seemed...