Asher Cynthia was the sexiest woman I had ever been with. The sexiest I’d even fantasized about. She was so responsive to my every touch. The press of my mouth and tongue had her bucking like I’d driven her wild. And her noises… I could have probably gotten off from her noises alone. The way
“Cyn. Oh, Cyn…” Soon, I was grinding into her fist. I added my own hand, not wanting to dirty hers. As my orgasm shuddered through me, I caught my release in my palm. Fortunately, I kept a few tissues in my car, and cleaned up as best I could. When I finished, she kissed me on the cheek.
I stood frozen, unable to move, even to flee like I really wanted to. I had worried Asher wouldn’t be able to let my silly comment about Joseph go, so I had decided to follow him, to stop him before he could get into another fight. I hadn’t thought I would hear him tell Joseph that he didn’t love
“If you would let me talk –” “I heard enough!” I said, rushing to his door. “Just leave me alone!” I half-expected him to chase me, but with those final words, I knew he wouldn’t. He would respect what he thought were my wishes, even if those wishes came from a place of pain and defensiveness.
I was so upset about my poor performance during practice, that Nicole, noticing my deep frown, insisted I go out with her and Aimee afterwards. Which was how I found myself at my favorite café, sipping on lemonade at our usual table. “Everyone has bad days,” Nicole said. “No one is perfect at ever
“Joseph is like a trigger for me,” he said. “I hate him for everything he’s done that has hurt you. I hate that he still has the capacity to hurt you, in ways I can’t always protect you from. And I’m… jealous of him.” I blinked, startled. Asher couldn’t be jealous of Joseph. He was superior in eve
I told Asher about my concerns of being physically unable to compete in the qualifying exams. I’d been weak during practice, stumbling on simple moves. He worried about me, especially after my next practice, when the harder I tried to keep up with the routine, the more tired I felt. When I confide
“I want a second opinion,” I said. The doctor nodded. “That is your right.” To Asher, I said, “I want to see Nancy. She knows everything I’ve been through. She’ll be able to tell you this is a mistake.” Asher didn’t say a word, but by the end of the appointment, I got him to agree to take me t