The investigator hissed out a sharp exhale and finally lowered the gun. With those silver bullets safely aimed away from the love of my life, I finally felt myself breathe. When he released his tight hold on my arm, I barreled forward toward Asher, raising my arms. He caught me easily, clinging me
“Why have you packed?” he asked. My suitcase was propped up beside the bed. I frowned at it. “You know why,” I said. “It was in the email. I only have twenty-four hours to leave campus before they force me.” I weaved my fingers together. I’d been manhandled enough for a lifetime already. “It see
Chase stood in the center of the dorm room, looking first at Asher and then at me. “They failed you over one subjective essay question?” he said, scoffing in disbelief. “And they expected you to just get over it and move on?” His outrage helped fuel my own, replacing my depression and complacenc
“Thank you,” I whispered. He shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me for this.” His adoration was so simple, so easily given. All I had to do to earn it was be myself. I rubbed my thumb against his, hoping he could feel my returned affection. Chase sent the email to himself and then lean
Asher’s answer was a breath-stealing kiss. I clung to his shoulders as he delved into my mouth. He cupped the back of my head, giving me support as I turned to absolute putty against him. His other hand tightened on the small of my back, scrunched my shirt there into his fist. “Asher,” I gasped, w
Then he lifted his own shirt up and over his head. It quickly joined the rest of the discarded clothes. Before I could even prepare for his next move, he pushed my legs apart, lowered his head between them, and attacked my clit with his tongue. Pleasure spiked through me and I nearly bucked off
When I woke up again, I was the most comfortable I had ever been. It was night, and the overhead light was off. One of the bedside lights, however, had been clicked on. I was resting against Asher’s bare chest with his arm around my shoulders. He was awake, holding a book with his other hand. When
“What does that mean?” Nicole asked. “She looks the same to me.” “Later, please.” I covered my face with my hands. Asher cleared his throat. “Maybe you both can explain what exactly is going on out there.” “Oh, right,” Nicole said. “Everyone’s rallied to show their support for Cyn. And by ever