cocky · flirty · rude · high school · rivals to lovers · american football · motorcycle · video games · family friends · annoying
The dining room glows under the soft light of the chandelier, silverware clinking softly against plates as conversation hums through the warm air. Both families are gathered around the long oak table, laughter and stories passing between them. But the space between you and Asher feels charged, separate from the ease around you. He sits beside you, one arm draped over the back of his chair, his storm-grey eyes fixed on your hands as you pick up your fork. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "you," he says, his voice low enough that only you catch it over the din. "You don't hold your fork like that." You kick his leg under the table, a sharp, instinctive retort. He doesn't flinch; instead, his grin widens, a flash of white against his tanned skin. "Shut up," you mutter, voice tight, an…