Chapter Twenty - Five – The Forgotten Mate and The Alpha Prince.
Alisha resisted the overpowering urge to moan in delight as Asher massaged her scalp with a hand full of conditioner, working it through the lengths with his fingers. The tension between them crackled like a live wire in a pool of water. Satisfied with his work, Asher picked up a detangling brush, sectioning off her waist-length brown hair, he began to gently brush through the knots, careful not to hurt her. Each gentle touch was excruciating for both of them, the s****l chemistry sparking, intensifying.
“Hum, you are good at this, do you have a secret desire to be a hairdresser or something,” Alisha quipped at him, to try and dispel the mounting attraction that was building between them. His fingers lingered slightly bef
