Miss him already

"What are you talking about, Layla?" He was doing a good job at portraying that he really didn't know what I was talking about. Either he didn't, or he stepped up his game in the last seven years.

"Don't treat me like an idiot, Asher. I wasn't born yesterday." I tried to push away from him but he held me tighter to his chest.

"Don't walk away from me. I don't think you're an idiot. I honestly don't know what the hell you're talking about!" He looked hurt, angry, and confused.

"This afternoon," I breathed out, looking around the room before adding, "I was coming to your room but when I stepped out into the hallway, Abby came out wearing only a towel and giggled like an idiot..." I looked away but Asher grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"And you think I was with Abby." It wasn't a question, but a statement, and I slowly nodded. "You really do still think I'm an asshole, don't you?"

I let out a snorting laugh as I tried to look away, but he only held my chin tighter. "Well, y