Asher’s POV
My heart leapt the moment Ivy sauntered into my room, wrapped in a pale pink robe. Though we were still officially sleeping apart - her decision, not mine - I had asked her countless times to move in.
Something was holding her back, but that didn’t stop us from spending nearly every other night together. I always looked forward to those evenings. I rushed home early every day, eager for our routine: a movie before bed or simply talking until we fell asleep.
Tonight was no different.
She beamed as she entered; her smile lighting up the room. Slowly, she slipped off her robe, revealing the flimsy nightdress underneath.
“I had quite the day…” she began, climbing into bed.
My gaze locked onto hers. “Tell me all about it,” I encouraged, my voice low and eager.
She tucked her
