It’s easy to pretend that nothing else exists when I’m with Asher. That I’m not still living under my uncle’s rule and heading right back into the lion’s den tomorrow. It’s just the two of us, living in our own world, tearing down each other’s walls and catching some serious feelings along the way. Jesus, what did that happen? I might not be able to be a hundred percent honest with him about everything, but I can try to show him what he means to me. I owe him that, at least.
