Asher’s POV
The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, a sensation I had always hated. Alcohol had never been my thing, but right now, it was the only thing keeping me sane. I poured another glass, gripping it tightly as thoughts of her consumed me.
Why the hell was she so intoxicating? Why couldn’t I just forget her, erase her from my mind, and go back to the way I used to be—calm, controlled, untouchable?
But no matter how hard I tried, she was like a drug. My own personal heroin.
A bitter, crazed laugh tore from my lips, uncontrollable and almost manic. The sound echoed in the empty room as I gritted my teeth and hurled the glass at the wall. It shattered instantly, fragments scattering across the floor like the pieces of my damn self-control.
I shoved my fingers through my hair
