*Asher*

I know the text I’ve just sent sounds incredibly cheesy, but I wait for her response to appear under my message bubble. Ophelia has been so open to getting to know who I am, not who the media says I am. I want her to trust me.

Then, the beep comes, and her message appears. “Round 2 it is. Though I don’t know how you’ll ever top Betty’s Banging BBQ!”

“I’ll think of something.”

I send the text before lying back on the bed.

I ...