Ash came to visit me that night.
And surprisingly enough he didn't give me any orgasms. Instead just sat there on my study desk, waiting for me to speak.
I was so glad he was here.
Somewhere I decided not to tell him anything.
And another part of me kept roaring to tell him everything.
"Ash, I-"
"It's fine if you don't want to speak"
He looked at me and threw my physical instrumental analysis book into my face.
"Study"
I looked at him, astonished, "I'm tired"
"Oh really?"
He smacked a pillow into my face. "Study"
He kept telling me the same thing over and over.
This man.
I took my book and looked at it. Damn, last year's paper ditto had all the answers in this. s**t, I should have written it after studying this.
"Regrets kill humans to such an extent that they consistently
