forum “I can’t love you...” Reposting this here (O/O|Romance|Closed|)

Started August 10, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Asher smiled, and nodded. "Alright. Thank you." He replied softly, kissing her cheek lightly.

She laughed and turned sideways in his lap, draping her legs over the edge of the chair. “I should let you work.”

Asher shrugged. "Mm. I don't have to work. Besides, it's almost lunchtime, and I'm hungry." He said with a chuckle.

She laughed gently and ran her fingers through her own hair. “What are you feeling for lunch?”

"Food." He replied, deadpan. He shrugged. "I don't know. I'll eat anything. What do you want?" He asked, looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

She stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes. “I don’t mind much either. But I’m feeling like it’s a soup day for me.”

He grinned. "I know a good soup place." He replied, picking her up and standing, holding her bridal style. "Shall we?"

Arabella gasped, grinning at Asher and nodding gently. “Of course!” She chirped, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Asher grinned, and started walking towards the elevator, taking her inside when the doors opened.

Arabella hung out lazily in his arms, smiling happily at Asher. “What’s with all this special attention?”

He blinked. "Hm? Oh. I don't know." He replied with a shrug. "I guess I just…felt like it."

“Mm…” she replied, studying his face curiously. “If you’re pitying me, don’t. You can give yourself time to heal.” She stated suddenly. “Not that I think you’re not being true, it’s obvious you were being very true with me.”

He shook his head, and walked out of the elevator, carrying her towards the car. "No, it's fine." He replied. "Really. Don't worry about it."

“I’m worried about you.” A small hand lifted to touch his face. “I’m worried that you’re hurting. I have been selfish. You can tell me about anything that bothers you.”

He shook his head. "It's fine." He repeated, setting her down in her seat, then moving his arms away.

Arabella reached out and took his hand in hers. “Asher. I’m serious.” She murmured to him, her eyes wide and slightly fearful. “I don’t want you to dislike me. Or to feel uncomfortable around me…”

He shook his head. "Arabella, please. I'm fine." He replied. "I don't dislike you, and I'm not uncomfortable." He said softly.

She pulled him down and planted a lingering kiss upon his lips. She released him and smiled weakly. “Good. Because I greatly enjoy your presence.”

(i gtg soon)

He smiled back. "And I enjoy yours." He stepped back, closing her door and getting in the drivers seat.

(Okay. Have a good night and thanks for telling me!)

Arabella buckled before she relaxed completely into the seat and sighed deeply. “Do you like soup too?”

(no problem!)

Asher hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, it depends on the soup itself, but most of the time, yeah."

“I guess you’re right. Some soups aren’t very good huh? I really don’t like clam chowder. Clams are too rubbery.” She said, making a face.

He nodded. "Mhm. Although Salmon Chowder is good." He replied as he drove. "Borscht, too. It's originally from Russia. Lots of beets. Really good." He shrugged.

“I’ve never tried Borscht. I’ve had Salmon Chowder and it’s lovely. But not Borscht.” She chewed on her lip. “Macaroni and Tomato Basil is my favorite.”

He nodded. "Ah. Oh yeah, that's pretty good too." He agreed as he drove. "I know this great restaurant that focuses on soup and such, it's really good."