Vivian’s pov ;
When I got out of the shower, I found Asher sitting on the bed, his head resting on his hands. He looked deep in thought, and as soon as he saw me, his gaze softened.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said, his voice almost regretful.
My cheeks heated up instantly. So he remembers everything. How? He was completely drunk, and yet, he remembers, while I—who wasn’t even that drunk—still can’t recall all the details of that night. It was frustrating and made me feel even more embarrassed.
While I stood there, lost in my thoughts, he got up from the bed and he was fully naked.
“W-What are you doing?!” I squeaked, immediately spinning around and covering my eyes with my hands. My face felt like it was on fire, and I could barely control my breathing.
“What?" he responded
