~Hazel~
Asher was going on about the wedding plans while my heart hammered louder than anything else in the room. My mind was stuck somewhere else—on Tyler. The memory of his touch and threat lingered over than I expected.
“Asher, are you sure we can pull this off tonight?” My voice was too shaky for someone who instigated the idea.
He smiled down at me, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “As much as I wanted this to be your dream wedding, I’ll have to make the designers sleep over against tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? But Asher, we agreed on tonight.”
“Babe, it’s almost evening, there’s no way we are going to pull it off unless you really want a mere exchange of vows.” He was so insistent on making it blissful.
I finally nodded in defeat, but my stomach churned. It wasn’t the wedding
