Chapter 250
LILY’S POV♡
“Stop staring, perv!” I yelled, feeling flustered.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He rolled his eyes at me.
Splashing some water in his mouth, he started coughing while I laughed at him, barely keeping myself from sinking in.
“Oh my god, your face! Are you okay?” I asked. “Not that I care anyway.” I added, shrugging.
“You’ll pay for that! I could have died!” He growled.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”
I rolled my eyes before I started to float, not caring about anyone right now. I was in my own little world staring at the rays of sunlight that peeked through the trees and the birds that flew by, chirping happily. I was so fascinated and in my own world that my heart skipped a beat when I felt someone
under me.
Asher pulled me in the water and kept swimming down, with me struggling to break free from his hold. I should pretend to drown.The sudden thought came to mind and I closed my eyes, stopping my struggle.
Asher might have realized what was happening because as soon as I stopped struggling, he rushed back up holding me tightly to his chest. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could.
When we reached the surface I heard when he took in a deep breath before I heard his panicked voice.
“Lily!” He repeated around five times, shaking me to wake me up. “Oh god, what have I done?” I could hear the strain in his voice. “Please, Lily, don’t die on me.” He whispered before kissing my forehead tenderly.
I felt when he lifted me up and held me closer to his chest, while he tried to bring us out of the water. Feeling like I couldn’t hold in my laughter I opened my eyes and winked at him smiling. He looked at me, shocked, before dropping me. I fell back in with the water entering my mouth. I came back up to the surface coughing up like a hag and let out a laugh. I looked at his face and my laughter died down when I saw that his eyes were red from crying and his face sour. He was breathing harshly and let out a curse while passing his hands through his hair in frustration.
“Why the fuck would you do that sick joke, Lily?” He shouted.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” My voice barely a whisper. It was obvious by his state that it had scared him,
“Damn right you weren’t, I almost had a heart attack! ” He yelled frustratingly.
“Sorry.” I whispered, regretting that I had done that.
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it!” He growled.
“It was your fault anyway, you were the one who pulled me in!” I yelled, getting mad that he was putting all the blame on me.
“It was supposed to be a joke!” He argues.
“I didn’t find it funny, I thought you were going to kill me!” I shout.
“I would never fucking do that to you!” He roared, seeming mad that I would even say those words. “I thought you died.” He whispered, his eyes filled
with water when I didn’t answer.
“I know, I’m really sorry, It sounded like a good idea at the time.” Not knowing what to say to ease the situation.
“Just don’t pull that shit on me again.” He said.
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