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“Did you had a fight? You just started the relationship! You'll have years to get angry. Enjoy this first few months to get to know each other mentally and sexually. I know Asher is very... closed-minded, but he has a good heart. I swear.” If I were really in a relationship with the sergeant, I don't think I would like his mother to be so involved in our relationship. I like her… but she’s too much. She needs to take like three chill pills. “It's nonsense, nothing to worry about," I assure her, taking Asher's fisted hand in mine, trying to open it to intertwine our fingers, but he doesn't relax it. In fact, I think he closes it tighter. This bothers me because he could be a little more thankful to me for helping him, instead of acting like having a fake girlfriend isn’t the closest he