The moment his face softens in even more sympathy, guilt gnaws at me, and I want to divulge all of my secrets to him. Tears prick at my eyes again as I fight for control.
“I’m alright.” I try to reassure him, and as a tear finally escapes, he swipes it away with his thumb before popping it in his mouth and tasting it.
My lips part as my heart flips in my chest, watching his lids flutter closed for a moment as he moans.
“I love the taste of your tears,” he rasps, his voice taking on that gravelly cadence it does when he’s turned on. “But I only want them to fall while you’re choking on my cock.”
A loud laugh bubbles from my lips, and just like that, the mood has lifted.
Asher’s lips spread wide as he joins me, the deep rumble of his laugh filling my chest with warmth instead of the chill I felt earlier when I realised Barrett had betrayed me.
“You’re trouble,” I giggle, stepping back from him and pointing an accusing finger his way.
He simply shrugs.
“You love it.”
Shit.
I really do.
Spinning on my heel, I dart back into the bathroom and place the gun on the bench.
I quickly get back into the shower, tipping my head back under the spray to rinse the conditioner free, all while tracking Asher as he comes to stand in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, watching me.
“Did you have fun at the party?” I ask, trying to take his focus off the way I just attacked him and then showed him how vulnerable I am.
“Not really,” he states, his gaze hot as it travels the length of my body.
“Why not?”
His eyes come back to lock with mine. “Becauseyouweren’t there.”
Oh, damn. Why do I like hearing him say that?
I struggle to hide my smirk.
“I hate to break this to you, but I’ll never be at a uni party with you andmy sons,” I point out, and he chuckles, nodding.
“Good. I don’t want you there distracting all the college guys with your MILF vibes.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “MILF vibes? I donothave MILF vibes.”
Asher raises a brow as if to say,really, and I shake my head, cutting the water and wringing out my hair.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. “I know you’re sore, so I won’t try to stick my cock in you, but I…” He stalls, his eyes momentarily dropping to the floor like he’s suddenly shy.
Asher Scott isnotshy. Not one bit.
“You?” I urge, and those whisky eyes flick back up to mine.
“I guess I want to hold you.”
Oh.
I wasn’t expecting him to say that.
His honesty is throwing me the most about this situation between us. I never pegged a twenty-year-old to have the courage to be so open about his feelings.
