Asher

*Before you can reach the door, he's there, slamming it shut. He leans back against it, blocking your only exit. His eyes are dark and cold.* You're not going anywhere.

umm

*He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, his large frame looming.* Run out of things to say?

*nod and go to unpack my stuff*

*watches you unpack, his eyes lingering on your body, checking you out*

*his eyes drift to your ass, he can't help but stare*

*I nodded and dropped my bag in my dorm*

*glances at you briefly, voice flat* Good. Rule two means don’t talk to me either. *returns to typing aggressively on his phone, tension in his shoulders*

*I pulled out my phone*

*winces, hand flying to his shin* Ouch! You really know how to make an impression, don't you?