Yes (Emma POV)

“Mmmmh, mwah…” Asher’s lips leave mine to my displeasure. He has me pinned against the bed, leaving me to his mercy to kiss me however he wants.

He dives back down, engulfing my mouth once more. Kissing him is loud, sloppy, strong, and addicting. It’s completely different from with John. Here it’s a battle of dominance that I always lose. And every time I love it.

Kisses with John are always short. Chaste. No tongue, a quick peck, then it’s over.

But Asher barely lets me breathe and I still don’t want him to pull away. The way his hands go through my hair as his tongue infiltrates my mouth is simply unfair.

And then, as we were making out, his knee scooted a bit up and brushed against my lower half. I felt myself moan into the kiss with surprise.

Why did that feel so good?

“Mwah!” Our lips pulled apart with a loud pop.

“Emma…?” Asher questioned with a grin. “Did you just moan?”

“N-no!” I squeaked, turning away.

“Don’t lie to me~” He sultrily whispered in my ear and I could feel my place down there dampening in response.

Before I could give a response I picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the door. My heart rate skyrocketed. John can’t see me like this!

Asher quickly grabbed a controller that was laying on bed, turning on the television. He looked back down at me, pulling me off the bed to behind it as he started to kiss me more.

It was just as intense and loud, and I wanted to protest, only to find myself melting away.

“Mmmh, mwah, mwah, mhhhh-!” I gasp as he squeezes my butt, messing with it with his hands as his tongue messes up my mouth.

But I can’t get him to stop. I like it too much…

A knock resounds on the door and we immediately separate. The door opens barely a second later, John’s eyes moving to the television before quickly locating us sitting behind the bed.

It’s over! How is this not suspicious?!

And then I glance to my side, realizing that a moving box is right next to us.

“W-what’s up?” I stammer, trying to keep my blush down as I look back at John. He can’t know he can’t know he can’t know-

“Hey Asher, do you want me to build the table in the living room?” John asks.

“That would be great.” Asher smiles, a feeling of smugness to him. “I’d really appreciate the help.”

“Alright, I’ll get on it.” John nods. “Let me know if you two will need any help here.”

“I think we’ll be just fine.” Asher grins as I feel one of his hands squeeze my ass cheek again.

“Y-yeah.” I stammer once again, trying to fight that blush down but knowing that I’m failing hard.

John nods, glances at the television once again, and then leaves. I look at the television myself, seeing two characters from some sort of soap opera making out on the screen.

A blush rises to my cheeks once more as remember what just happened…and how much I loved it.