I cried ugly tears.
Big, ugly, dramatic sobs.
But I didn’t care. I wanted the drama. I needed him to see the side of me that wasn’t composed calm or cool. Because if I didn’t get through to the part of Asher that still loved me—really loved me—I was going to leave here today with nothing. And I wouldn’t get another chance.
I knew once I left, he’d talk to Luca, and they’d make sure I couldn’t reach him again.
I only had two days left to fix this. One day to save us. And I was willing to use everything I had—every tear, every trick, every truth—to fight for our love.
“What the f**k… are you crying for?” I suddenly heard his voice, closer now.
Before I could say anything, he was pulling me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me as he gently patted my back, smoothing a hand over my
