At the bottom of the stairs, I dig my heels in the ground, trying to stop our movement. Asher gives me an irritated sigh before turning to meet my stare, but I’m not focused on his face. I’m eyeing the little wet spot on his thigh, a wet spot that I made. He follows my gaze and smirks before wiping it with the index finger on his free hand. I watch with an open mouth as—I kid you not—he dips his finger into his mouth and sucks. “We’ll take care of that later,” he promises, before tugging me up the stairs. “When we get up there, play it cool. Just follow my lead.” I just nod, too shocked and
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