(TRIGGER WARNING! STAGES OF GRIEF, DESCRIPTION OF BODY FROM AFTERMATH OF ANDREW'S DEATH)
Asher’s P.o.v.
I turn to face him, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. “You still want to get out of here?” I tease, watching the way his eyes light up with amusement.
Dom smirks right back, a soft chuckle rumbling from his chest before he stands and offers me his hand. I slip mine into his, feeling that electric spark that always seems to pass between us, and together we head for the VIP room door, our glasses in hand.
Dom pulls back the curtain, and we step out, making our way over to the bar. We set our glasses down, and Dom drops a generous tip on the counter. The bartender’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Mr. Wolfe! Enjoy your night, sir!” she calls as we continue toward the exit of the club.
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