honest with me. I need to know about my life.”
“Well, you know those Hollywood couples?”
“What about them?”
“They’re so aesthetically pleasing and look like they have it all, but deep down, they’re usually plagued with all types of issues. At the end of the day, most of them are just an image.”
Her words strike me deep.
An image.
Why would Asher and I keep up an image? If we didn’t want the marriage, I’m sure our fathers would’ve canceled it.
Why did we choose to be fake instead?
“I’m so sorry, Captain. Are you angry?” She sounds so guilty and apologetic, and it warms my heart.
“Not at all. I asked you to tell me the truth.”
She smiles tentatively. “If it’s of any value, you two have changed since your accident.”
“Even Asher?” I hate the hope in my tone.
“Even Asher.” She grins mischievously. “He looks at you differently, you know.”
“Differently how?”
“Like he can’t wait to get you alone.”
I hit her shoulder jokingly. “You’re being silly.”
She laughs, grabbing her bag. “I mean it. He hasn’t been this involved with anything since Arianna’s death.”
“Wait—Arianna, as in his sister?”
Izzy told me she passed away, but she has refused to tell me anything else no matter how much I probe her. All I know is that Asher’s sister died in an accident.
My instinct tells me Arianna’s death might explain some things about Asher.
“Yeah,” Lucy says.
“What do you know about her?”
“Not much. She didn’t belong to our circle. Asher didn’t want her to be part of the cheerleading squad.”
“Why not?”
She lifts a shoulder. “You’re the one who should know that. You were the closest to her.”
My mouth hangs open. “I was?”
“Arianna always followed you around like you were her god. You were like best friends—aside from Bree.”
Oh.
And I don’t remember her.
How can I be so…cruel?
“How about Asher?” I ask, the words strained and choked. “How was his relationship with her? Were they close?”
“More than close. He was like her brother, her mother, and her father all rolled into one. Unlike you, she wasn’t popular and didn’t have friends, so she relied on the two of you so much. Whenever you sat down, she’d sit with you two. Whenever you went out, she’d go with you like a third wheel. She was kind of clingy, if you ask me.”
“Hey,” I scold. “She’s dead.”
“I’m just saying. It must’ve been a pain to not have your moments with Asher in peace.”
“What do you know about her death?”
“Nothing much.” She lifts her shoulder. “During our senior year in high school, we all found out she killed herself, and that was it.”
“K-killed herself? I thought it was an accident.”
Lucy leans closer. “That’s what the Carson family has been saying, but you told us back then she killed herself and that it was horrific.”
“Did I tell you why she did it?”
“No.” Lucy’s expression shifts. “Arianna was so lonely, so none of us were surprised she ended her life, you know.”
No. I don’t know.
Why would a seventeen-year-old kill herself? She had Asher and me—why didn’t we help her?
After saying goodbye, Luce slips out the door, leaving me all alone with my jumbled thoughts.
Arianna was so much more than I thought.
She wasn’t just Asher’s sister; she was my friend, too, and I feel like a failure for forgetting about her and the circumstances of her death.
With those thoughts, I strip and step into the shower.
Water beats down on me, cool and soothing, but my heart won’t stop punching so hard against my ribcage.
That gloomy cloud hangs over my head like a sinister promise.
If I don’t do something about it, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
A rustle sounds behind the door, and I startle.
“W-who’s there?”
The door to the shower swings open and I shriek.
Asher stands at the entrance with a dark look on his face.
My world tilts off balance as I stare up into Asher’s eyes. Those dark, dark eyes.
They’re not even looking at me—they’re staring right through me.
My body.
My heart.
My soul.
The smarter plan would be to hide from his hungry gaze or kick him out.
I don’t.
I continue staring at him as his penetrating gaze trails a path from my face to my breasts and down to my clenched thighs.
It’s like his hands are roaming all over my skin, touching me, manhandling me, pulling me closer, crushing me into him.
My lower lip trembles at the mere thought. I’m so glad the water is beating down on me or my reaction to my own imagination would be so obvious.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” I breathe over the tangible tension