Lana's POV.
Asher’s gaze was locked onto me after he called me amazing.
That look again?
That soft, yet dangerous look that always made me uneasy, as it left me feeling so conflicted. I couldn’t stand feeling confused, especially when it was coming from him.
Slowly, he lifted his hand toward my face. My whole body tensed up in an instant. I already knew what he was about to do. His fingers were just inches from my cheek when I grabbed his wrist firmly.
“No.”
The word slipped out colder than I meant it to. Asher froze right away.
For a few seconds, we were both still.
Then he gradually lowered his hand.
His expression shifted completely.
His jaw tightened a bit before he spoke.
“Why do you hate me so much?”
The question took me by surprise.
I stared at him, unable to believe it
