Dominic’s P.o.v.
Breathlessly, Asher and I made our way up to the bar, her hand brushing against mine in a way that made my pulse spike. We were having a great time. So far, I’d learned that her favorite color was royal purple, her go-to comfort food was lobster linguine, she was allergic to bees, and she missed her siblings more than anything in the world.
She’d been through so much pain, but she still chose to meet the world with love. That said everything I needed to know.
She was rare. A soul so genuine it disarmed me.
I ordered another round, not because I needed the drink, but just to stretch out this moment with her a little longer. Truth be told, I was already wild for her. Hooked. But I had to play it carefully. I couldn’t afford to lose her by rushing what I already hoped wo
