Seventy Two

May’s POV

He looked at me and then he looked at Nick, and I knew what was running through his mind. Maybe he wouldn’t have to think that if I didn’t call Nick honey when I asked who was at the door.

I pushed aside to let him in before I closed the door and walked away. I could feel the weight of Asher's gaze as I led him down the short hallway to my room, away from the curious ears of Emily and Nick.

As soon as we were inside, I turned to face him, my arms crossed across my chest defensively. The room felt smaller with him in it, the walls closing in on me, and I wanted the room to get bigger if it could.

"So, why are you here, Asher?" I asked, my tone less welcoming than I intended. I didn’t mean to sound like a disgruntled bitch, because that would mean I was angry at him, only I wasn’t, because that would be a waste of emotion.

He glanced around the room briefly before his eyes met mine again. "Who was that guy who opened the door, May?” he asked me, looking at me intently. “I mean