Amanda’s pov.
I have no memory of falling asleep in Asher’s room, but when I open my eyes, rather than being greeted with the sight of light blue curtains in front of my windows I see the large amount of space that makes up the rest of Asher’s room.
For a moment I’m in shock, my blood runs cold and I try to remember how I got here. But then it floods back to me at once, the attack, our conversation, the kiss, the talk after and the hours of kissing and touching each other like our lives depended on it, everything goes blank from there so I assume that I fell asleep sometime after Asher kissed me senseless.
I smile to myself and tug the blankets up to my chest, they smell like him, the whole place smells like him and I love it... but there is one problem, he isn’t here.
I look around th
