I could already foresee that the next couple of days with Asher were going to be either traumatizing for me or thrilling enough to make me lose my senses for him.
The whole time that he kept threatening me, I just wanted him to drop the lines once and for all and take action, but he didn't, as he handed me his body scrub and a hand sponge.
With water running down his back, he commanded, “Clean me up and be quick with it.”
My heart drummed so loudly that I wanted to disappear into the wall as I began to gently scrub his back, and as I got to his front, I expected his member to be erect.
But it wasn’t...
Was he really not attracted to me at all? Who would be alone with a woman and wouldn’t have a boner?
This wasn’t about him anymore, but me. Perhaps I was trying so hard to prove a poi
