“Asher—”
I barely got his name out before his mouth crashed back onto mine, hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer like he was trying to burn the space between us. Every touch was laced with something sharp, something desperate, something we’d spent years pretending didn’t exist.
It was dangerous. It was reckless. And I didn’t care.
I should have heard the door open.
I should have felt the shift in the air.
But the moment Asher was pressed against me, tearing me apart with every kiss, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
Until he spoke.
“Well, well.”
The deep, amused voice cut through the haze like a knife.
I froze.
Asher tensed against me, his whole body going rigid before he turned his head, slow and measured.
Ronan leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed over
