*WARNING: Explicit content
-ASHER-
Finally, the day was over, and I was relieved to be home. Even if Mia had been avoiding me for the past few days.
Can’t blame her. If I were her, I wouldn’t want to be around me either. Not after the way I treated her.
I pushed open the front door and tossed my keys onto the golden tray by the entrance. f*****g gold everywhere.
Linda’s favorite interior designer had picked the style. I never liked it. But Linda adored it, and after she died, I couldn’t bring myself to change a thing.
Lately, though, it’s starting to grate.
I walked into the living room, and Mia’s scent hit me. Not Linda’s bold perfume—the one that used to cling to every surface like a warning. No. This was hers. Delicate. Floral. Real.
I shrugged off my jacket, let it drape over t
