As soon as we got to the bedroom, Asher had barely even closed the door when he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back towards him, pressing his lips to mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. His hands were warm and firm, sliding along my sides as he began to tug at my clothes, stripping them off before I even had a chance to catch my balance. He held me steady with one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, grounding me against him as if I could slip away otherwise.
He started walking me backward toward the bathroom, continuing to strip both of us as he went, the sound of our laughter and our breath filling the quiet space. I stumbled a couple of times, letting out little giggles each time, and he caught me without missing a beat, his grin mirroring mine. By the time we reached the bath
