I wake with a fluttering feeling in my stomach, like butterflies dancing inside me. It’s been so long since I’ve slept this well, and as I open my eyes, I realize why. Asher’s sleeping form is next to me, his handsome features softened in slumber, looking almost angelic. His arm serves as my pillow, cradling me gently, while his other hand rests on my bare skin.
I can feel my arm pressed against the warmth of his muscular chest, our legs tangled together like they belong there. I don’t want to move. Part of me wants to stay like this forever, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. My mind drifts back over all the sweet moments since I met him, playing them over in my mind like a treasured memory.
Then, I feel something pressing against my thigh. Wait. My eyes widen as I realize wha
