He stroked the back of my head. It was oddly comforting. “Ice Queen, you’ve got all kinds of issues going on in that pretty, complicated head of yours, don’t you?” “Go to hell,” I snapped at him. I wasn’t about to melt under his gentle touch. Not when he’d stripped me naked and was now stroking my hair like I was his badly behaved cat. “You do know, it’s okay not to be okay, or whatever crap they tell you in therapy.” I held my tongue. The last thing I needed right now was to be more vulnerable. I’d already showed my soft underbelly. One cruel blow was all Asher needed to crush me for real.
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