The knock on my door came at three in the morning.
I knew who it was before I even stood up.
My heart pounded as I pulled the door open, and there he was—Asher, drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged, eyes wild with something broken.
I barely had time to speak before he shoved inside, his hands gripping my face, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted like desperation.
I should have pulled away. Should have demanded answers, screamed at him for leaving me. But instead, I clung to him, letting him press me against the wall, his body shaking with something too powerful to name.
“I can’t stay away.” He rasped against my mouth.
I swallowed hard. “Then don’t.”
His forehead dropped to mine, his breath warm and unsteady. “I think this is killing me.” He admitted, voice hoarse
