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, holding her gently. "You're welcome." he replied softly.

She squeezed him a little tighter, burying her face in his shirt. “I like it here”

Asher held onto her, leaning his head on hers. "That's good." he said with a smile.

She hummed, taking in a deep breath and grinning. “It is good!”

He smiled again. "Mhm." he said softly, agreeing with her.

Arabella beamed, happy to be close to Asher. He was wonderfully huggable.

Asher held her gently, humming underneath his breath as he did so.

His voice was soothing. She bit her lip as she listened, wondering if his musical talent stopped at piano.

Asher kept humming quietly, still holding her close.

Arabella eventually pulled out of his grip, looking up at him happily and sighing. “Thank you again, Asher.”

Asher smiled back. "Yeah, you're welcome." he replied. He snagged another cookie, eating it.

She laughed gently and shook her head at the sight of the cookie.. “Are they cooled down now?” She asked him

Asher nodded. "Mhm." he replied. "And they are delicious."

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Why thank you. But all I did was follow a recipe.”

Asher chuckled. "It's a delicious recipe." he replied with a wink.

She blushed and shifted lightly. “Thank you.”

He smiled, and kissed her cheek. "You're welcome."

Arabella’s face went a deeper shade of red. She gently poked him and laughed nervously. “You’re too handsome. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

Asher laughed. "Ah. Should I go and get my nose broken to offset that?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Oh no! Don’t do that!” She gasped, gently cupping his face. “I like your face.”

Asher smirked a little bit, leaning down to kiss her cheek again. "Then don't tell me I'm too handsome. Or should I get a mask instead?"

Arabella blushed, shaking her head. “No mask either. I want to see you.”

"But I thought I was too handsome?" he teased, looking at her with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

Arabella whined softly, burying her face in his chest. She was beet red. “You are! Especially when you make that face!”

Asher laughed, holding her gently, one hand going up the cup the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair.