Chapter 144: Asher
She asked for it.
That’s the first thing I tell myself when I wake up, my mind replaying last night over and over like a besken përond
She asked what would happen if she pushed me ton for, and I showed het.
I feel a low, feral son of satisfaction just remembering the way her body reacted to mine. The way her breath hitded, the way her pulse flærtered abair my thumb, the way she went so perfectly, deliciously still when I pinned her to the wall, her legs locked around my waist.
But then she went quict.
She went to her bed without a wond. Without a look. She turned her back to me, and earn though I wanted to cross the demand to know what she was thinking… I didn’t. I let her go
And now it’s morning, and she’s moving around the cabin like nothing happened.
m, mah her by
I watch her from my bed, my back against the headband, legs stretched out, one arm resting across my stomach. She’s standing by the small mirror above the dresser, beading her hair, her delicate fingers moving quickly through the long, golden strands.
For a second, I think she’s avoiding my reflection.
But then catch the faintest shiver run down her spine when I sit up, the sheets rusting beneath me.
A small amisk tugs at my lips.
Alright, princess. Let’s see where you’re at this morning.
I push the covers off and stand, stretching my arms over my head, the muscles in my back pulling tight. I catch her gate in the mirror as my shirt rides up. revealing the lines of my stomach. Her fingers fumble in her braid, her eyes snapping back to her own reflection, cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink.
I step closer, making my way to the small closet beside her, reaching over her shoulder to grab a hoodie.
She stiffens, her breath catching.
I pause for a second, my anm still stretched past her head, my chest så close to her back I can feel her warmth, her body so close to mine I can smell her shampoo.
Vanilla and honey.
I bate back a groan.
She swallows, her fingers still frozen in her half–braided hair. She meets my eyes in the minor again wide and uncertain.
I don’t move, my arm still braced beside her head, my body crowding hem, just to see if she’ll step away. Jest to see if she’ll push me back, if she’ll say no.
don’t
Instead, her breath shudders out of her, her pupils blown wide, her cheeks flushed.
1 clench my jaw, my pulse pounding in my ears.
God, if she knew the things I want to do to heright now….
myself to step back, pulling the hoodle from the closet and dragging over my head. I catch the way she saps just a little, like I took my body heat with me, like she misses the warmth.
Good girl
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Chapter 144: Asher
Maybe I didn’t scare her after all
Maybe I didn’t cross a
االمان
Maybe i pushed her exactly where I waisted her to he
I smirk to myself, running a hand through my hair as I grab my boots and sit on the edge of the bed to pull them on
She clears her throat, hes braid still messy and half done. “5 sleep okay?”
I don’t bother looking up. “Like a baby,”
She hails a small, nervous laugh.
I glance up, catching her in the mirror again, and she quickly books away, focusing on finishing her braid, her hands shaking post rightly.
fixed on her. I want to say something else, to teme her, to see how deep I can st
I lean back on my elbows, legs stretched out in front of me, my eyes that pretty pink blush into her checks, but I hold back,
I have time.
1 can play this game as long as I need to. Now that I know this is a game. Now that I know she feels something. Something that’s got fear, or not entirely. Something that makes her body shake and her cheeks pink and her lips part.
she finally ties off her braid, grabs her boots, and sits on the edge of her bed, her back to me as she laces them up.
I push off my bed and move to the door, pausing beside her, leaning down just a bit.
“You ready, princess?” I murmur, letting my breath fan over her neck, my lips so close I could brush them over her p
She freezes, her back straightening, her hands pausing mid–knot.
if I leaned just a fraction closer.
I don’t wait for her to answer. I just straighten up, grab my jacket, and push open the cabin door, the cold morning air flooding in.
“Come on,” I say, my
y voice low and rough. “Let’s go.”
I catch the way her breath shudders out of her, the way her fingers tremble when she lies the last knot on her boot, and 1k to myself, my pulse thrumming in my veins. If it was up to me, we wouldn’t leave this cobin at all. I would keep teasing her until she cracks and tells me exactly what’s on her mind. I would ask her if she’s ready to hear what’s on mine. If she wants me to show her just how much she drives me crazy.
o, group activies and all that. But that’s fine. Because now I know. Now I can see how fat she’s willing to go.
But we have to go. :
Alright, princess.
Jet’s see just how deep
rep I can pull you under.
