Ivy
I glanced around and was startled to find myself sitting on the gigantic bed in Asher Gray’s room. What was I doing here? Because I remember passing on the couch in the living room. Did he bring me here? Or someone else? And when?
“I…what am I doing here?” I muttered, averting my gaze as he pulled off his drenched T-shirt, standing in just his low hanging track pants.
His curly hair was tied in a bun and the way his body and muscles flexed and bunched as he took deep breaths was almost disorienting. There were so many tattoos on his body and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to touch them and explore what they all meant.
“Twenty-one,” Asher said, pouring himself a glass of water.
“What?” I frowned.
“I have twenty-one tats on my body,” he said, flopping down in fron
