Rayla and Asher spent the rest of the day together, the air between them carrying a quiet, unspoken understanding. Not a single word was spoken about what had happened that morning—the heated moment that had left them both breathless and tangled in emotions they weren’t ready to confront. Instead, they fell into a rhythm that felt familiar, almost comforting, as if they were both trying to pretend that nothing had changed.
Asher took charge in his usual way, fussing over Rayla like he always did. He insisted on feeding her, piling her plate with food until she groaned and protested that she couldn’t possibly eat another bite. “You’ve lost too much weight,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’m not letting you skip meals anymore.” His concern was evident, his eyes sof
