Eleanor stumbled as Asher pulled her forcefully, inadvertently falling into his arms.
In that instant closeness, the woody, cold fragrance emanating from him enveloped Eleanor, his scent wrapping around her.
They were all wearing shirts. Through the thin layers of cloth, Eleanor could feel his scorching heat and his vigorously beating heart.
She froze and instinctively wanted to push him away but found herself held tightly, gradually quieting down.
He looked down at Eleanor, who lowered her head, her expression unreadable.
Frowning, he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and her chin with the other hand to force her to glance up at him.
Her clear eyes sparkled, exuding a unique charm.
Unable to withstand her gaze, Asher's throat tightened, his voice husky as he called out, "E
