Chapter Thirty One - You are different...

Asher

I have woken up, and it was still during the night. I looked over, making sure Farrah was OK, and she was still sound asleep. I grabbed my phone, opening messenger and finding Paul.

Asher to Paul – You stay the fuck away from Farrah! If I find out you are anywhere near her or even try to lay a hand on her again, it will be the last fucking thing you do, Paul! And I am not messing. I will destroy you, you sick son-of-a-bitch. Take this as a warning if you know what is good for you. Don’t make me tell you again.

I didn’t even hesitate before sending it! I don’t care how he reacts. He isn’t getting away with it. I know Farrah will probably mad at me when or if she finds out, but I will not stand by and let him get away with it. I set my phone aside after that. I wasn’t expecting to hear back tonight; it was late. I may not hear back at all.

“Asher, what are you doing?” I hear Farrah ask from next to me.

“Nothing, sweetness, go back to sleep,” I reply.

“I was sleeping and comfortably, and then you moved,” She giggles.

“Sorry, beautiful,” I chuckle.

“I will forgive you if you snuggle back in with me,” Farrah replies, tugging at my arm.

“Yes, ma’am,” I laugh.

I lay back down, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her back against me. She curled into my body, her back to my front. I kissed over her shoulders. She moans softly, her entire body responds, and she accidentally pushes back against me. It was enough to make me groan.

“Sorry,” She whispers.

“It is alright, now get back to sleep, Miss Farrah,” I respond, nuzzling her neck.

“Yes, Sir,” She snickers, “But for me to do that, you need to stop kissing and touching me because it is distracting,” She added.

“I will behave. Promise,” I state, “Would I be pushing if I asked for a goodnight kiss,” I added softly.

I don’t know if she would, after everything she has been through tonight. I wouldn’t push her on it. She pulls away, and my first thought was, fuck! I went too far, but to my surprise, she turned to face me.

Farrah reached in, running her fingers through my hair and down my face before pressing her lips softly to mine. The moment her lips touch mine, a deep moan escapes from mine. I smile, slipping my fingers into her hair and kissing her back in the same manner.

“Goodnight, again, Asher,” She said, pulling away.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” I reply.

Farrah turned away again, and we got ourselves cuddled back up again, and she was soon falling back to sleep. I sigh and let my eyes close over. I need to tell her the truth before it gets too late or before some other guy comes along. I will talk to her tomorrow, hopefully. I need to build the courage up because I haven’t ever told someone I like them, not in the way I like Farrah.

I tried pushing it all to the back of my mind and just held her close to me and let myself fall over. I should enjoy having her close because I don’t know how things will go when I tell her how I feel.

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I wake to an empty bed. Farrah? Where is she? Surely, she isn’t away yet? I hope not. I wanted to talk to her before she left. I got up, pulling joggers and a tee on before heading downstairs to see if Farrah had said goodbye to Grandma before she left.

I went to head towards the kitchen but stopped when I hear my Grandma and Farrah talking. I hear my name getting mentioned, and I still out in the hallway.

“So, what is going on with you and Asher? And don’t tell me you are only friends,” Grandma laughs, “Well, for him, I know it isn’t,” She added.

I chuckled to myself. My Grandma was trying to set me up.

“I am not sure,” Farrah speaks.

Hmm, that didn’t sound too good. Maybe she doesn’t feel the same. I don’t know. It is all a little confusing.

“What are you not sure about, sweetie? Do you like him?” She asks.

My Grandma asking her that piqued my interest once again. At least this will tell me the best thing to do. Tell Farrah the truth or keep my feelings to myself.

“Yes, I do like him a lot,” Farrah whispers, “But I don’t know if he feels the same. I know he doesn’t do relationships, and I am not the kind of girl that does the things he usually does when it comes to girls,” She added.
She does like me. She wants more with me. I couldn’t help but smile, but then I realised something. She is scared to start anything with me because of the way I usually act with girls. I don’t blame her for feeling like that.

“I know too well what my Grandson is like, but he has a huge heart, and you are different to him. You have been since you met,” Grandma replies.

My Grandma always has my back.

“I know he does, but I am scared he would get bored with me,” Farrah sighs, “I can’t, um, help him in other ways,” She added nervously.

I know she was talking about sexual things. I don’t expect her to help me with them. I know she isn’t like that. I know all of this is new to her. I stole her first kiss, and that wasn’t too long ago. I wouldn’t put pressure on her like that. Farrah is better than that.

“Farrah, sweetheart, I don’t think Asher cares about all of that when it comes to you,” Grandma speaks.

“Maybe,” Farrah replies.

I wasn’t sure if she sounded convinced, and if she isn’t then, I will just need to prove it to her. I decided to stop listening in and go join them.

“Morning,” I announced before going in.

I wanted to give them a chance to stop the conversation they were having because I know Farrah would have got embarrassed if she knew I had heard.

“Morning, son,” Grandma smiles, “There is a plate in the microwave for you. It may still be warm,” She added.

I smile, going over and kissing her cheek to thank her. I then turned to Farrah, grinning widely.

“Morning, beautiful,” I chirp, kissing the top of her head.

“Morning,” Farrah giggles, her cheeks turning red.

Before going to grab my breakfast, I wink at her, heating it for a minute before joining them at the table, grabbing a coffee too.

“What are you two chatting about?” I ask.

“None of your business, young man,” Grandma laughs, “I am heading to the store, do either of you need anything?” She added.

Farrah and I shook our heads, and my Grandma headed out, leaving just us.

“How much of that conversation did you hear? And don’t say none,” Farrah chuckles.

“Um, most of it,” I say honestly, “And my Grandma was right, you are different, you have always been different. I wouldn’t expect anything from you, not in the way you think,” I added.

“Asher, what are you saying?” Farrah asks curiously.

“I am saying that I like you, and I want to be with you,” I blurted out.

Oh wow, that came out easier than I expected.

“You do?” She voiced, looking surprised.

I take her hand in mine and smile.

“Yes. I am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” I reply.

“That’s OK, but Asher, we take this slow. I don’t want to rush into anything,” She speaks honestly.

“We go at your pace, I promise,” I said, “Knowing you want to be with me is enough,” I added.

Farrah smiles brightly and nods. I smile back in the same way and cover her lips with mine, kissing her softly.

“Asher, please don’t break my heart,” She whispers as we pull apart.

“I promise, I will try not to, “I reply gently.

“OK,” She says, pecking my lips, “Now eat your breakfast,” She added, prodding my nose.

“Yes, boss, is that how it is going to be now? You bossing me around?” I laugh.

“Maybe a little,” She smirks, pulling away.

I roll my eyes, shaking my head and laughing.

Does this mean I now have a girlfriend? Who knew Farrah would be the one to tame the bad boy? I smile to myself and get started on my breakfast. She was mine now. No one else can have her or hurt her.