Fifty

Asher’s POV

The world seemed to narrow to the space that was between us, or maybe it was my own accord with my hands that did that, bringing us together.

Either way, I just wanted the warmth of her body against mine as I held her close, and she surprised me when she didn’t resist or push me back.

For a heart-stopping moment, there was no one else, not the woman who had been too forward with me, trying to flirt her way into my bed and perhaps, my pocket, not the people waiting outside the bathroom in the cafe, just the both of us.

When May looked up at me, her eyes were filled with concern, a softness there that I was used to before, but one I hadn't seen in a long time.

Damn!

I could tell that she still thought I had yanked her close to me because of the pain, when I didn’t even care even to notice it. "Are you sure you're okay?" Her voice was so gentle, so filled with the care that had once been directed at me no matter what. The concern she had shown me even when all I did was keep