Asher owned me in ways no one else did, in ways I never let myself examine too closely. As much as I wanted him to be, he wasn’t a casual fuck. He was a toxic addiction I couldn’t quit. Maybe because I didn’t really want to. Usually I had no trouble letting people go. I was used to them being temporary. But not him. Only one other person in my life caused the same sense of twisted panic at the thought of losing them. And it was way too fucking soon to be thinking that way about her.
