When Asher arrived, I didn’t have to fake a smile. I didn’t have to pretend to be happy—because I truly was. I had missed him. Deeply. Desperately.
The feelings rushing through me were raw and real.
I had been waiting downstairs after my mom left my room, too restless to stay still. And the moment his car pulled into the driveway, I didn’t hesitate. I threw the front door open and ran to him.
He stepped out just in time to catch me in his arms, and I wrapped myself around him like I never wanted to let go. He held me tighter than I expected as if he needed this moment just as much as I did.
I was so overwhelmed, that I cried.
In his arms, everything ceased to exist. I didn’t have to think about choices or decisions. I didn’t have to think about the heartbreak waiting just around the c
