Sixty

Asher’s POV

May had walked in here looking like that part of the cake I love best when I was having it for dessert, the icing part of it. She was wearing a golden yellow beaded dress that was off her shoulders, with a ruched ruffle design. She had no makeup on, at least, none that I could see, and even at that, she looked so beautiful.

The dress was hugging her body so perfectly, showing off those curves I was too angry and frustrated at her to see back then, and it ended an inch or two below her knee. Damn, she looked like my favorite food right now, but I hoped I wasn't looking at her like I wanted to devour her.

I licked my lips even as she sat down in front of me looking so calm, like she doesn’t give a damn about how she was making me feel. She had this nice perfume on and I wanted to walk to her and sniff her, as I latched my nose onto her slim and elegant neck. I would even love to bury my face there while my hands roamed that perfect figure I didn't even let myself see bef