“What happened?” he asks. I swallow roughly, before I shake my head and let out a bitter laugh. “Asher.” His eyes narrow at me. “Explain.” Turning my head away, I shake my head, too tired and honestly too defeated to get into it right now. I just want this night to be over. He doesn’t seem to accept my silence, holding his gaze on me and seemingly waiting me out. I don’t give in, though and he lets out a rough breath before he stands. “C’mon. You can shower in the locker room.”
