To the book readers who look up at the stars and wish, that maybe instead of the fiction being reality they were part of the paper too. 
-Sarah J. Maas

After getting up to make a pot of coffee I found Link in a uncomfortable, worrisome position hanging off the couch looking rather pale with his mouth hanging open. 

Sometimes I swear he feels like a annoying brother to me rather than a friend that can't stand me.

This lead to me shrugging and walking back into Asher's room, being too tired for any bullshit.

"There may or may not be a dead body in your living room." I mutter to Asher, climbing back in bed without a care in the world. 

"I bet it's just Link. Did you check his pulse or something." 

"Ugh. No." 

"Why not?" 

"Because," I shrug, snuggling back into his side. "It's Link and it might be a corpse. I'm not going to touch a dead person. That's gross." 

"Oh but the pigs were fine." He muses, running a hand over my back. 

Referring back to when we had been forced to dissect pigs in our science classes even though we weren't in biology. "For someone who's name has a lot to do with hearts, you seem particularly grossed out by this unit," I had told him, my face close to the insides of an animal, the knife in my hands worked on taking the heart out expertly. 

"That's because we're dissecting baby pigs." Gold said, sounding sad. 

"Stop pouting, they're already dead." I said, rolling my eyes. 

"That's the part I don't like." I scoffed at this, glancing up at him. He did look a bit queasy, I ignored the pitfall in my stomach. 

"They were never born, they didn't feel any pain. It's the mother's you should be pouting, Gold. You know, bacon, yum." Despite my words, I knew that he'll never be the one that I make hold the knife again. 

Because I'm tired and annoyed I'm on half autopilot when my teeth scrape against the edge of his pec. "Shut up, or I will actually bite you. Hard." 

Asher tenses slightly before he gives up, just rolling with my random fits of biting and threats. 

But it's how he rolls with it, a small smile and a kiss on my temple. 

I growl, rolling over so I'm above him, straddling his hips. Knowing exactly where I'm seated I plant my hands on his chest, letting him know he's not going to move me without repercussions. 

Now I'm fully awake.

"Do you know what basorexia is?" My thumb runs alone Asher's jaw as he shakes his head with shuddering breaths and dark eyes. "The overwhelming desire to kiss."

Cold hands grip my waist, "You need to move."

I hook my legs on either side of him, pressing against him more. "I don't need to do a damn thing." Asher curses under his breath, mint eyes darkening even more. "Now, what was supposed to be easier? I've been trying to figure it out, but I can't."

"Easier for you to smile. You said it doesn't come easy. Blue, I want to make it easier for you. So I'm going to do things that make you happy. I'm getting your smile back if it's the last thing I do."

Instead of responding, because I don't know how anyone could to a thing like that, I lean down and kiss him, pressing myself a bit too much into him even for me -Thank god he wakes up early and put on jeans.

Biting onto his bottom lip makes Asher gasp my name, making me smirk as I start to kiss along his jaw, taking the risk of kissing above the scar on the side of his neck.

He doesn't even tense, for once I don't think he's aware of where I'm touching.

It only prompts me further, kissing and biting and sucking on his neck before going down to the base of his throat. Large hands grip my waist, holding me down onto him so he can feel the pressure of my body.

Shit I forgot that I'm only in a thong, which I suddenly remember as I start to feel him move against me.

But soon I forget that too, because his hands squeeze me, and I can hear his little gasps and groans which makes me growl out as I realize just how much this is affecting me too.

Common sense is lost as I sit up, not realize how that shift would feel for the both of us.

I gasp, one of my hands balling up his shirt while the other splays out on his chest.

"Fuck, Eliza!" Asher curses, turning even redder than he was before. "I need to take these off."

The next thing that happens stuns me to say the least, one minute I'm sitting a bit too comfortably on my boyfriend and the next I'm on the other side of the bed with him ripping his jeans off and then the one after that I'm being kissed with Asher's nearly naked body over mine.

My legs wrap around his waist and pull him directly on top of me, my feet overlapping as my hands grip his shoulders.

Our lips are moving so fast I'm surprised we can keep up with each other. I can feel him stealing my heat away but it's a comfortable cold, we moan into each others mouths as my nails go down his back.

His hands slip under my back, pressing me up as he manuvers us around so he's sitting up in bed instead of laying me.

I freeze as his fingers, which went to running along my thighs slip under the sides on my panties, gripping me tightly.

Its not as if he's about to pull them off, he couldn't in the position we're in, but he did it while we were grinding on one another...it brought up my insecurities once again.

I've never been with someone in a way like this in a long time, and the last time was when I was 16 and drunk at a party.

I didn't really even want to have sex, but for some reason I thought if I get to say yes it will erase what Trevor did to me.

It didn't and the guy got what he wanted, said something shitty about my scars and then left.

Regret had filled me and I was a bawling mess for days.

And I don't want to regret this.

"Liza?" Asher says, breath still coming in while mine seemed to freeze. "Are you, are you okay?"

"You're red." I mumble, keeping my face securely in his neck.

"Well decide, am I red or gold?"

Instead of responding I press a lingering kiss, before biting into the crook of his neck.

Asher tenses, hands holding onto the outsides of my thighs as I pull away before kissing over the mark and started to make hickies ranging down his neck and one right on the edge of his jaw.

Asher falls back a I begin to kiss his chest too, leaving little hickies and love bites as I go.

"Ash what the fuck is all the -Fucking shit! Oh hell no." Link barges in, cursing quite loudly before he slams the door behind him.

Sighing against his abs I sit up beside him, wary of doing it on his lap. "Way to cock block Weasley." I shout through the apartment, knowing he heard me.

Asher groans, picking up a pillow and holding it over his face to hide the embarrassment.

Thankfully this meand I can check him out without being caught, not that I care when I'm caught but when his body reacts the way it did during our make-out session and knowing the nice guy, it would only embarrass him further to look at all of him that way.

His chest is one thing all together, muscles ranging all over but not in the body builder way...like a mix between buff and dad bod.

It's sexy to say the least.

Not to mention his large, muscle filled legs and the huge bonus between them.

"I wish that never happened." Asher's deep voice comes out muffled from the pillows, I'm looking at the way his whole body flex as he speaks rather than paying attention to his words.

I keep my mouth shut because all that would come out would be, "And I wish your head was between my thighs but we can't have it all."

And that would only be good to flirt and make his situation worse.

Having no shame for my thoughts or desires because one, I'm a teenager and two, I doubt anyone can resist those thought when seeing Asher nearly naked.

"Can you put on pants?" He asks, making me laugh.

Pulling the pillow away from the golden boy's face I smirk widely at him, my teeth flashing at him.

"Why?" I ask, biting my lip. "Does me not wearing pants bother you?"

Asher shyly nods, and because unlike some people I respect my boyfriends boundaries I twist around and glance around the floor before I can find the pile of clothes from yesterday dropped clumsily beside the bed.

I gasp when I lean over to grab it because instead of grabbing my shorts I'm the thing that was grabbed.

Cold hands grab the side of my hips, thumbs splaying out over my ass as I'm yanked backwards, Asher pulling me straight on his lap.

I gasp as I feel him against me, my back pressed into his chest as a arm around my thighs to keep pressure on himself.

"Gold you literally...just told me to put on...pants." I struggle out, his own lips attacking my jaw and just below my ear while his other hand reaches up to squeeze my boob. He kneads me, causing a loose moan to leave my mouth at the sensation.

Fuck.

Why did he have to take my bra off.

And why does his touch have to feel so good?

"But then you showed off...I couldn't resist." The slight scrape on my skin lets me know he needs to shave, but the blond scruff wouldn't put me off. "You're beautiful Liza."

"Thanks." I say, a shiver running up my spine. "But you need a cold shower, I need coffee and Link needs to erase some imagines from his mind."

With a sigh Asher agrees, so after dressing and cleaning up on my part and undressing and getting clean on his I walk back into the kitchen.

Instantly I focus on coffee, grinning at Lincoln, who glares at me looking like he regrets his life choices.

"Poor Weasley, did you see something you weren't supposed to?" I tease him, grinning wider while he scowls.

"Look, I've accidentally walked in on Asher changing, or sleeping naked or something but nothing was as hideous as that."

Tilting my head at him I raise my now full cup at him, "I'm not gonna apologize. I know Asher would, but he's nice and probably ashamed he let me mark him like that. You should have knocked."

"I'm ignoring that, mostly because I want to and you don't give a shit either way. I've noticed something and I need to ask," Without speaking I raise a eyebrow, telling him to get over with it and ask already. "When you're talking to a person you don't use their names, you always call them by their nicknames or something. Unless you're mad and scolding them of course, then you go full out. And then if you're talking to anyone but them about that person you use their name no problem. Why is that?"

Though his enquiry brought up bad memories I manage to push them away and keep up my grin. "I don't like calling people by their names, seems too forced."

"I don't believe you." Lincoln says, eyes narrow at me. 

"Good for you? Like you said, I don't give a fuck." I snap.

A second later Asher walks in still shirtless- -it's obvious he rushed in the shower, seeing as water beads are still all over his body and his sweatpants were left untied and now hand low on his hips- -showing off the hickies leading from the left side of his neck all the way down to his abs along with the scratches on his back.

This causes me to snicker into my coffee, watching him with smirk as the nice guy stops in his tracks as he notices the eyes on him. You can see the confusion on his face, and his cheeks grow pink from the attention as Link eyes him with obvious distaste and I eye with wishing I could have a taste.

Thirsty thoughts.

Tsk.

"Why is e-everyone staring at me?" Asher stammers, gulping nervously.

With a chuckle I draw attention to me but I simply keep checking him out with my lower lip between my teeth.

"Dude..." Link groans, running an exasperated hand down his face. "Go look in a fucking mirror and check your back."

The golden boy furrows his brows but leaves to do what his best friend said, a startled noise heard from his bathroom when he sees the damaged I did. "Eliza what the heck! Everyone's gonna see this at school."

"Fine by me," I think my smirk breaks records. "That way everyone knows you're taken. And by now they know you're mine, this is just precaution." 

Both Asher's and Link's jaw drops at this, but the redhead recovers first. "Tuck your crazy back in, it's showing a little."

I flash my teeth at him, a clear warning along with my growl. "You haven't seen crazy yet."

"But seriously all my teachers will see." Asher complains, a slight whine to his deep voice.

"I know right." I say, feeling accomplished. "If only you'd go shirtless."

It's as my words triggered the nice guy, because that's when Asher blanches, slams his hot chocolate down on the counter and bolt to his room.

I look at Lincoln, having been successfully confused. "Did he not realize he was shirtless?"

"Probably not." Link shrugs, eyes cast down at the counter. "When he's comfortable he doesn't really think about it, unlike at school. The fact you don't stare at scars probably made him forget all together. We train and run shirtless all the time, but around you it's different."

"Oh." I go blank, taking a drink. "Is he not comfortable around me or something? Why is it a big deal for him to be shirtless around me, I've seen it all before. Plus I have like, ten times as much scars as him."

"No, he is. He just doesn't like seeing them himself, or thinking you'll see them and judge him. Out of all things I don't think he can handle you doing that, thankfully you judge people harshly, just not in that way. You can't have that many." Link scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Bet?" I ask, raising a eyebrow. 

"Bet, I'll put down fifty. I think you're being dramatic."

His smug look goes down the drain as I tug my shirt overhead- -I put my bra back on and it's actually Asher's shirt- -and is replaced by a slight horror, pity filled look. 

I slip the blue material back over my head as soon as I can, feeling anything but victory as I smirk at him. "That's fifty bucks Weasley and I expect my damn money by Monday."