Chapter 4

Back home, Asher sat on the couch, completely silent.

"Let's break up," I said softly.

He looked up. "Rowan, aren't you overreacting? Nothing happened between Scarlett and me. She just wasn't feeling well, that's why I let her sit up front."

I poured myself a glass of water. "Oh, I know."

"Then why do you want to break up?" he asked, his voice urgent.

"Because I'm bored," I said dismissively, taking a sip of water.

He froze, then, after a long moment, managed, "Bored?"

I slowly walked over to him, smiling. "Bro, being with you is just so dull."

Veins bulged in his neck.

I chuckled softly, patted his face, and pointed to the row of Muay Thai trophies on the wall. "Don't get any ideas. I don't mind hitting a guy."

"Rowan, you're ruthless," he snarled, then spun around and stormed out the door.