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I am a coward.
After Jake dropped us off at the penthouse, I bolted. Straight to my room, locked the door, key turned like I was sealing off a crime scene.
Not because I was scared of Asher. I was afraid of myself.
Scared of how much I wanted him. Terrified of how electric that brief moment was in the back seat of his sleek car.
It was wrong. I got tangled in this borrowed life, and now I’m craving the monster at the center of the web like a fly too tired to escape.
But it wasn’t real. He doesn’t want me. He spent three years mourning his dead girlfriend, stuck in a love so deep it swallowed him whole. His brain short-circuited for a second and mistook me for her. That’s why he kissed me.
Well, kissed is putting it lightly. It was more. And boy, it felt amazing. Too amazing. W
