Union
Opening my eyes, I see Asher already awake, his gaze distant, lost in thought. I can feel the weight of his emotions pressing against my own—gratitude, helplessness, and a deep sadness tinged with anger. It hits me all at once, stirring a sense of urgency in my chest. “What’s wrong?” I ask, panic creeping into my voice. He looks at me, the storm in his eyes calming as he leans forward and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. The warmth of the kiss soothes him, and I can feel the tension ease from his body as his emotions shift, settling into something more peaceful. His hand trails up my arm, leaving a path of warmth in its wake, until his fingers stop at the scar on my shoulder. His thumb grazes the raised skin, and he whispers, “Good morning, my beautiful angel.” There’s a pause, a s
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