DEMI
A pink blush creeps into my cheeks when he repeats what he thinks he heard me say.
"What? No. You misheard." I look away, embarrassed that I didn't realize I had said those exact words out loud.
He sweetly refrains from pressing the issue, even though it's plain as day that I had said it.
He snickers half the way while I throw sot punches at him. Finally, we come to a stop outside Anna's house.
I sit up straighter. A familiar car is parked along the curb, right behind the spot where Ashton pulls in.
"That's Asher's car," Ashton says.
"At this hour?"
We exchange a look. Slowly, I feel heat climbing up my neck again, for a different reason this time.
"They must have worked things out," I say.
"Looks like it." He cuts the engine. "Is she expecting you tonight too?"
"Um, it skipped my mind. I think I called just you."
"Oh." He glances at the apartment again. "Do you still want to go in?"
