#Chapter 10: He’s Not Alone

I waited outside Asher’s door for a long moment. Had he not heard me knocking? Was he not home? No, I heard shuffling behind the door, and lowered voices. He was definitely in there. I knocked again, louder. Footsteps came closer, and finally, the door opened. “Asher, I have to tell you… you…” The words died on my tongue as I took in the sight of him. Only a thin, white tank top stretched across his chest. Aside from the straps of his tank, the curves of his wide shoulders and strong arms were on full display. His torso tapered into a thin waist and narrow hips. He wore a pair of loose sweatpants but they hung low enough to show a strip of bare, pale skin beneath his navel. My mouth went dry. My fingers itched to touch. I slammed shut my eyes, trying to control the sudden, inexplicable desire that washed over me. But without sight, my other senses heightened, and I smelled him. His heady, masculine scent – like pine and leather – crashed into me. Lust sparked hot