I stayed in the bathroom long after my mom left. I wasn’t doing anything in there—I just didn’t want to be in the same room with her while she kept trying to convince me to break up with Asher. That wasn’t happening.
I had a plan. And the plan was going to work. I hadn’t expected Asher himself to be the obstacle. I knew he loved me. I felt it. In the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, how his hands lingered when he held me. I thought that would be enough. I thought if I wanted it, he’d want it too—if not more.
But he was hesitating. And that made it a problem.
Still, I could see him slowly bending. I just needed to wait for the right moment—somewhere calm, somewhere private. Somewhere where no one could interrupt us.
When I finally walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom,
