Thirty Five

Asher’s POV

I watched as Gary’s fingers lingered on May’s forearm, and I felt a sense of discomfort crawled through me. Seeing his touch, an unwelcome connection to her, it pricked at the edges of my nerves. But who was that touch unwelcome to? Me or May?

What I was feeling wasn’t jealousy, no, not at all; it was a strange feeling of frustration, and if I was being honest, I didn’t even know what it meant.

“Are you trying to get this man too?” I wanted to ask her as I stared at them, but I didn’t, I couldn’t actually. We were in a meeting after all.

My jaw clenched involuntarily as I observed the way May stood there with Gary frozen, her eyes flitting between Gary and me.

I asked myself if she might need my help, if she feel trapped by his grip! Did she feel my gaze boring into her, questioning her presence here, why she was working here, intertwined with this man?

I knew I had run her here when I told her she wasn’t adding anything to the society, by not working at all, so she had ta