Asher’s Point of View
The way Talia Atonis swayed her hips to the beat of the music was a work of f*****g art. Seriously, she belonged in a museum or something, each movement leaving me in some sort of trance. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her all damn night, but as soon as we hit that dance floor, my entire body felt as if I’d been electrified. She didn’t need any man to push her around the dance floor, and she certainly didn’t need me either. In any other woman that fact would have irritated me a little, but with her, it only made me want her more.
It was as if she knew every song, the way her body adjusted so easily to each change in the rhythm. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or the desperate need I had to blow off some steam after all the stress I’d been under recently, but Tali
