The next day, Asher’s overprotective behavior reached new heights, much to Rayla’s amusement and occasional exasperation. He was practically glued to her side, his presence so constant that she literally tripped over him once when she turned around too quickly. His concern was endearing, but it was also starting to border on comical.
“Asher,” Rayla said, trying to sound stern but failing to hide the laughter in her voice as they walked to class. “You don’t have to follow me everywhere. I’m fine, I promise.”
Asher’s expression didn’t budge. His jaw was set, his eyes scanning their surroundings like a hawk, as if he expected some unseen threat to leap out at any moment. “You fainted yesterday, Ray. I’m not taking any chances. If you’re not going to skip classes and rest, then I’m staying w
