The vibration of my phone on the nightstand broke the heavy silence.
I ignored it at first, shifting onto my side, trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. Asher was still lying beside me, one arm draped lazily over his stomach, his gaze locked on the ceiling like he had all the time in the world.
The tension between us hadn’t lessened. If anything, it had thickened, wrapping around me like an invisible tether, refusing to let me breathe. I needed space. Distance. But Asher wasn’t the kind of man who gave you either.
The phone buzzed again.
With a sigh, I reached over, squinting at the screen.
Dottie: Guess who’s coming to town?
I frowned. My sister popping up out of nowhere wasn’t unusual, but the timing was... inconvenient, to say the least.
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