By the time we pulled up to my house, I felt like I’d been dunked in cold water. I had no idea what was going on in Asher’s head, and I couldn’t exactly ask. But the space between us felt like a crevasse. Evan let us both out and Asher walked me to my door. I needed him to stay. I needed his arms around me, to soothe the fear simmering in my belly. To hold me after what we’d just done. I craved his touch with a fierceness that surprised me, even now. But I couldn’t seem to make my mouth form the right words. Couldn’t bring myself to ask. I was too afraid he’d say no.
