Asher’s POV
I clung to her waist as she made breakfast. She focused on chopping onions, completely in her zone, and I tightened my grip just a little.
“You do know you’re suffocating me, right?” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “You’re acting like I’m trying to run away.”
If only she knew what my nightmare was about, maybe she’d understand why I couldn’t let go.
“I just really want to be close to you, okay?” I said softly.
“Asher, that’s enough,” she said as she gently removed my hands and turned to face me. Her eyes searched mine. “Tell me what’s going on. You’ve been acting strange for days now.” She tilted her head, concern written all over her face. “Hey, look at me.” When I tried to look away, she lightly touched my arm. “You can tell me.”
I stayed quiet for a beat, try
