Well, despite a very different start to my day, and a very rushed preparation for work, I don’t think I had stopped smiling all day. In spite of the slight delay in me getting ready for work, thanks to Asher and his “distractions”, shall we say, I amazingly still made it to work with minutes to spare, giving the excuse that I had slept through my alarm. But, it was so worth it, because he had made me feel so wanted. So good about myself. He made me feel almost whole again in a way I didn’t think was possible, not that I would ever admit that to him. He seemed to want me for being me.
He had seen me at some of my weaker moments, he had seen me without my make up, when my hair was in its natural curly state, and he still wanted me. He knew how I liked to read… in fact, on the many nights we had sat in the lounge watching TV, we talked about my studies, the books I enjoyed, and he never once judged me, or made a negative comment. He saw me as me, flaws and all, yet he still seemed to want me. It was the strangest feeling, yet the most amazing feeling... the most freeing feeling...
The day seemed to fly by, with thoughts of Asher on my mind, as well as because I looked forward to my sister coming. She knew what time I was due to finish work and had agreed to come around then. I hated disappointing Asher when he said he wanted us to spend the night together tonight. I would have loved nothing more, but I had already arranged this with my sister, and she needed my support. I needed to step up and be the big sister she needed right now. I knew how low Miles could stoop. The pain he could cause, and I didn't want it to cause my sister damage.
As I brought my class to a close for the day, and sent the children out one by one to their parents, I saw Asher waiting outside with the parents, making me smile. He was not doing much to hide the fact he was waiting for me. So much for trying to be discreet…
Once all the children had left the classroom, Asher walked up to the side doorway of my classroom where the children had left, a big smile upon his face. Gone was the dark and moody Beta I had met, this was a completely different guy, of that there was no doubt… “That has to have been one of the longest days ever!” he grumbled.
And I giggled. “I don’t know, I think it went quite fast.” I told him, and he rolled his eyes.
“Evidently I did not do a good enough job this morning then!” he whispered as he moved closer and slipped his arms around me as we moved inside my classroom. “Or else you would have been struggling to think of much else, and would not be able to wait to see me again.”
I giggled again. “Oh, is that right?” I poked him lightly in the chest. “And is that what you plan to do to me, is it?”
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