After finding my release grinding on Asher’s lap, I’d decided that I could never face him again for as long as I lived. It would be a difficult existence, never leaving these four safe walls of my dorm room, but I had no other choice.
To see him again… the embarrassment alone would kill me. As would the rampant desire that still coursed through me, thinking of him and his hands and his mouth. He’d barely touched me and I felt ruined for other guys.
What would if feel like to have him against me, skin on skin?
I was by no means a virgin, but being with Asher made me feel like I was experiencing everything for the first time, so much better than before.
Asher’s texts hadn’t helped. After my initial reaction of apologizing profusely, I stopped contact altogether. Asher sensed my lingering
