Memories of him

I lost count on how many times we made love last night and now I was lying here next to a sleeping Asher and I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

The sun had risen over the horizon hours ago but I didn't move a muscle. I didn't want him to wake just yet because I wasn't ready to leave his bed. I could actually stay here for days.

"Like what you see?" Asher's raspy, sleep filled voice startled me as I giggled into his shoulder.

"Sorry," I replied as a blush crept into my cheeks.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me with a sexy grin. "Don't be sorry. I like what I see, too."

Flashbacks from our too close and personal moment in his kitchen weeks ago came flooding into my mind and my heart rate picked up.

And then I go and ruin the moment. "When do you leave?"

He groaned and ran his hand over his face. "Really? You have to go and start talking about that right now?"

"Sorry. It just sort of came out."

He stared back into my eyes, studying my face. "I wish things could be different but w