Do you love him

"Oh, but that blonde hooker is?"

Asher sighed. "Don't call her that. You should leave, Abby."

Ah-ha! So it was Abby he was talking to. What the fuck was going on here?!

"I should leave?! No. You should leave...with me. Please. Let's go home!"

"There is no home for us!! We're through!!" Asher's voice was loud now and he sounded pissed. "I don't know why my sister invited you but I certainly don't want you here."

"You're an asshole." Her voice was filled with emotion and then I heard heels click across the floor as they got quieter the farther away she walked.

I took a deep breath and went into the kitchen.

"Did you forget my coffee?" I tried to sound as normal as possible.

When I turned to look at Asher, he studied me as if he was waiting for something. He pushed away from the counter and stepped up next to me at the coffee pot.

"Sorry. I got distracted," he finally mumbled.

"So, Abby huh?"

"There it is," he sighed out, "You did hear then..."

I turned toward him and he studied my face