Asher’s pov.
I return to my room sometime after midnight so lost in thought that when I slip back into my room, I don’t notice Amanda draped over the chaise lounge, half asleep.
At first I jolt and frown at her when I see her there. Not out of irritation, but out of confusion as to what she’s doing here, but then I remember the past few days and the new thing that now exists between us.
I smile a little to myself and walk over to where she’s curled on the chaise. Her head is twisted at an awkward angle and I know for sure she’s going to have a cramp there by tomorrow, her face is squished into the pillow and one of her legs is tangled between her slit and somewhere between the couch and the floor.
This isn’t the first time I’ve found her like this and it’s possible that it won’t be the
