Chapter 39 - Drunk Tongue, Sober Heart

"Caileeenn!" Asher said, dragging out his name and ending it in a chuckle.

The girl huffed and snatched her hand away, spinning around and stumbling over to another bloke leaning against the wall. At least he didn't have to feel too bad about shooting her down.

Asher adjusted himself on the couch, flipping so he was on his back with his head in Cailen's lap.

There was something off about him.

There was a flush in his cheeks and his pupils were blown out. He had a dopey grin on his face and his movements were sloppy.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say Asher was drunk but he did know better so he was slightly confused.

"Caileeenn," Asher said again. Only this time, it was more of a whine.

"Yes?" he asked, smiling fondly down at the boy whose head is on his lap.

He wasn't able to help himself. Asher was adorable like this- all giddy and cuddly. It's not