Chapter Thirty Four

Zara Howard

I was restless as sleep had eluded me as I tossed and turned in Asher’s bed, the lingering closeness from last night haunting my thoughts. It frustrated me to no end how Asher had such a profound effect on me, how I couldn’t simply push him away. It was as if his presence had become a drug, addicting me and leaving me craving more.

The desire to have him by my side consumed me, a relentless longing that gnawed at my heart. I couldn’t shake the yearning for his presence, for his touch, and for the connection we shared.

It was a maddening realization

The impending knowledge that we would be sharing the same bed for the next seven days only intensified my inner turmoil. The thought of our bodies intertwined in such close proximity stirred a mix of desire and unease within me. It was a complicated dance of attraction and trepidation, making the situation all the more challenging.

However, what perplexed me further was the fact that Asher didn’t join me in bed last night. A su