Ivy
Diego takes my hand and leads me to another striking exhibition at the art museum. It might as well be garbage with how unenthused and distracted I feel. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. I’m obsessed, and it’s eating at me. My body heats, and my thighs quiver at the thought of Asher kissing me again.
As we move through the exhibition, Diego stops and gestures to a spot nearby, “Isn’t that your friend from the party? The guy who was glaring at me?”
I look toward one of the exhibits and gasp when I see Asher strolling through the museum’s grounds. At first, I get the crazy idea that he’s following me, but I soon realize he’s following someone else. Asher looks hot and dangerous in his dark suit, crisp white shirt, and black tie. His gaze is predato
