#Chapter 153: Do You Even Care?

“Does this mean you will go on a date with me?” Lamar asked me. The rest of the world faded away, and only this question existed. Did I want to go on a romantic date with him? No, not really. For better or worse, the person I wanted was Asher. When I closed my eyes, I could see his frosty blue gaze. I could feel the soft press of his lips to the side of my neck. I still had a few marks, though they were faded. But Asher hadn’t apologized for all the terrible things he had said. He hadn’t approached me at all, in text or person or phone call. The things he had said were cruel, and even an apology wouldn’t fix the hurt he had caused by not believing in me. I still wanted him so badly that my body physically ached to be near him. Which was exactly why I had to stay away, why I had to move on. So I swallowed down my feelings for Asher, and told Lamar, “Okay.” “Okay?” His expression lit up instantly, like I’d given him some kind of special gift. “You mean it?” I had