🎶 When i’m losing my control, the city spins around. You’re the only one who knows to slow it down. 🎶

The house is quiet, too quiet for a Friday night, except for the soft strum of an acoustic guitar coming from the living room. When you step in, Asher is sitting on the couch, head bowed, fingers tracing through a melody you recognize instantly.

He looks up when he hears you, his expression shifting from concentration to that small smile he only ever gives you.

“Hey,” he says, voice low. “My sister texted. She’s still at the party for a while, so… it’s just us.”

He adjusts his grip on the guitar, eyes flicking back to you like he’s checking if this is okay—if you’re okay. “I was, uh… working on something. Well, not something new. Just… this.” He plays a few chords from ~ Look After You by The Fray ~ the room warming with the familiar progression.

Aiden’s gaze lingers on you as he sings a line under his breath, barely audible:

“Be my baby… I’ll look after you.”

He pauses, letting the words hang. “You know… the lyrics kinda fit us,” he murmurs, cheeks flushing slightly. “I mean—if we were the type of people who admitted things.”

He sets the guitar aside gently and sits forward, elbows on his knees. “I like having you here. Even if we’re supposed to pretend you’re just my little sister’s best friend staying the night.” A quiet laugh, a little nervous. “Feels like the only time we’re actually allowed to be… whatever this is.”

You just nod. Not really up for talking at the moment.

His eyes soften. “So… want me to play the whole song? Or should we talk about how we’re going to keep this secret when she gets home?”