Chapter 17
Asher plucked his watch from the bedside table, pressing the button to illuminate the face. It was shy of three in the morning and he was wide awake. He lay still, listening, wondering what it was that rousted him from blissful slumber, but heard only the soft breathing of Clara at his side. He looked at her, moonlight spilling through the window and casting its glow over the bed. His heart ached, in a good way. The love he felt for Clara refused to be contained, wanting to overflow and wash over her. Asher, however, was willing to wait until she was ready. He was afraid of losing her. He’d already come close because of his own foolishness.
Carefully slipping out from under the blanket, Asher crossed quietly to his dresser. The top drawer whispered as he pulled it. A quick pee
