Evelyn's POV
Around 7 p.m., I quietly left the packhouse, heading to the small tavern where Trent told me to meet him.
I didn’t expect to run into Asher at the entrance.
"Evelyn." he walked over as soon as he saw me, "Going somewhere?"
The moment I saw his face, images from last night’s dream immediately flashes across my mind.
He was wild in that dream, making me c*m again and again, my head kept hitting the headboard.
And now, seeing him all proper and well-dressed in front of me, I suddenly felt too embarrassed to face him.
"N-nothing… OK. Bye." I mumbled, trying to walk past him.
But he grabbed my arm.
His fingers touched my skin. I immediately jolted as if I’d been shocked and pulled my arm away.
"What was that?" He looked at me seriously.
"…What?"
"Why did you pull away
