Asher’s pov.
The woman who’s wrist is currently in my grasp peers up at me with something akin to horror in her bottle green eyes.
She’s beautiful. Very beautiful. Her dark hair falls to her back in full curls, her face is a perfect oval shape and her skin is fair and smooth, a smattering of freckles dot the bridge of her nose, but if anything it only softens the regal charm that hangs above her and it makes her more beautiful, my eyes dip down from her face to scan the curves hidden behind her clothing, a dark green dress that falls down to her knees in pleats… even from here I can see how delightfully curved she is and I wonder what she’d look like without all these clothes in the way.
My eyes snapped up to her face when I realised how far south my thoughts have travelled, I glance at
