laugh and Asher’s eyes sparkle with humor. Electricity passes between us as we hold each others gazes for several long seconds. My heart pounds in my chest and I lean forward a fraction of an inch as though our lips are magnetized. At the last second Asher pulls his gaze away and points off down a hallway.
“I think that the star dome is right over there, come on.” He leads the way and I’m left feeling slightly stupid.
“It’s so beautiful, but so depressing,” I murmur as we sit in the theater style seats, gazing at the replica of space swirling above us.
“Why depressing?”
“I guess when you grow up in such a religious household you kind of get this idea that you’re so important because God made you special. But, looking at the universe like this it’s hard to feel any more significant than a single grain of sand,” I explain with awe.
“I used to feel that way, too. But, then I realized something. When the universe was young, before there was anything living on earth, there were stars. When stars die they expel elements and molecules that are the building blocks of life. So we’re intimately connected to the universe in a way that can’t help but make you feel significant. We were stars once, and who knows what we could be when the atoms of these bodies disperse. We could be anything.”
There’s a twinkle of passion in his eyes and his words give me a sense of comfort that I haven’t felt since I was a child.
“That is so beautiful.” I whisper.
I blink back the tears threatening to spill out.
We watch the swirling galaxies in silence for the next few minutes. I notice how comfortable I’m starting to feel with Asher even after just one day of hanging out one on one. Should I feel guilty about hanging out with Asher in spite of having gone on two dates with Brahm? I’m not very familiar with dating rules, I don’t even know if two dates means anything.
“I had my first date this week,” I blurt out awkwardly.
Asher’s expression is guarded.
“Oh? Well, why don’t you tell me about it.”
“His name is Brahm,”
Asher snorts a laugh. I shoot him a warning look.
“Sorry, your date with Brahm, go on.”
“We went out for coffee on Sunday after church group. Then we went to a Christian concert last night.” I tell him.
“So two dates? Do you like him?” Asher asks quietly.
“He’s okay. He’s really polite and definitely the kind of guy I’m used to,” I mutter half heartedly.
“Huh,” Is all Asher says. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
Chapter 5
Asher
I’m keenly aware how quiet I’ve been since Eve told me about her dates with whatever his dumb ass name is. She looks so anxious and regretful as we sit facing each other in the vinyl dinner seats waiting for our food. I need to get the fuck over this. We’re friends, that’s all we can ever be. She’s too good for me anyway. Too sweet, too beautiful, too perfect.
The ache of longing in my chest persists as I look into her sad eyes again. I need to just deal with it.
“So, what was it like being home schooled?” I ask.
Regardless of anything else after hanging out with her today I want to know her better. I want to know everything about Eve Moore.
“It really...sucked.”
She says ‘sucked’ like it’s a bad word and for some reason that get’s me all hot and bothered.
“What was the worst part?”
“Gosh, that’s like asking what the worst part of hell is,” She says with a laugh. “I never got to have any friends, except for kids from church. I also wasn’t allowed to ask questions about anything my parents taught me. When I got older I would sneak out of the house sometimes and go to the library to read books about things my