Asher’s POV
I laid her carefully on the bed, but she clung to me, refusing to let go. Our gazes locked, an invisible thread pulling us together, the heat between us rising like a slow-burning fire.
“Asher, I want a baby. Now,” she whispered, desperation lacing every word.
My heart clenched. I wanted her—God, I wanted her—but something about this felt wrong. She wasn’t fully herself yet. This wasn’t our first time, yet tonight, hesitation gripped me.
“Isabella, let’s take it slow,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know losing the baby wasn’t easy, but I don’t think this—” I swallowed. “I don’t think being with me right now is what you truly need.”
She didn’t respond immediately, just watched me with a fragile smile that barely masked the sadness in her eyes.
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