"I am, indeed, holding back."
Cosette opened her mouth, only to close them again. She felt something off from Asher's last remarks, and when she was certain there was a different meaning behind his words, she slapped his shoulder aggressively.
"Don't even think about it, Asher Quinn!" she warned.
Asher's brows rose. "Think about what?"
"Me." She pointed at herself and then at him. "You and me! Nope!"
"Haha… what are you saying?" Asher looked at her with ridicule. "Do you think you're my type?"
"I'm not?" her expression suddenly stiffened, almost cracking him up. "Really?"
"Don't worry. I don't like you." He shook his head, but somehow, his remarks tickled her curiosity.
