Until November (Until, #1)

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Oh my God, seriously? Asher. Why did this guy have to have a hot-guy name? Why can’t his name be Urkel or Poindexter? I mean really, some things just are not fair.

I'm totally lost. Just floating away in a hot-guy fog.

“You’re meeting Asher at the bar?” he asks with a look on his face that doesn’t bode well for me. “Yeah, it's just a beer, Dad,” I say, using Asher's words.

If I had to use one word to describe him, it would be ’trouble,’’ but the good kind

I feel like I just hit the hot-guy mother lode.

“Well, buddy, I did have a good time. Maybe when we do it again, you can tell all the chicks that you’re sleeping with, or have slept with, to come by and we’ll all hang out. They seemed so excited to meet me. How does that sound to you?” His mouth is hanging open and he looks shocked.

“When I climbed into bed, you wrapped yourself around me,” he says, watching my face. I can feel it getting redder by the second. “I didn’t,” I say, even though I most likely did. I have always liked to cuddle.

I truly hope my mother never shows her face in this town. My dad would flip and my grandmother would probably shoot her.

I watched in horror as Asher answered the phone. Well, if you understand caveman talk, he answered the phone.

“Grandma,” I scold her. She has the mouth of a sailor. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’ve heard you pull up in that car of yours with that music you listen to, talking about bitches this and bitches that.

His voice was gruff when he spoke. “I’ve wanted to see you wearing nothing but my ring since I bought it for you. Knowing that, like the ring I put on your finger, I'm the only one. The only one who will ever see you in nothing but my ring. The only one who will wake up to your beautiful face every day for the rest of my life. The only one who will make love to you. The only one who will make babies with you.” I watched his eyes get wet. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you are carrying my child.”

“I know that it’s fast, but this is right. We are right. You are the only one for me.” He kissed me deeply. When he pulled away, he laid his forehead against mine. “Tell me that you’ll marry me,” he whispered against my mouth.

Each one of them needs to see that all women were once precious little girls.”