With Asher’s gaze on my lips, I thought for certain he might kiss me. It wouldn’t be difficult. This table wasn’t very big. All he had to do was lean over.
But he didn’t move an inch.
“No,” Asher said, finally glancing away. He turned his steady gaze to the guy at the table beside ours, who had egged Asher on. “We don’t kiss in public. I like keeping her all to myself.”
My face caught fire as my heart pounded so hard, I thought it might break some of my ribs.
I like keeping her to myself.
I felt like I might jettison into the sun.
The boisterous guy laughed. “No harm, then. I know how you feel.” He waggled his eyebrows at his own date, who giggled behind her hand.
With him focused on his own table, it seemed as if Asher and my date could continue on, undisturbed. Except for the occ
