#Chapter 51: A Gift of Flowers

I was still mortified by the possibility of having acted out any part of my sex dream with Asher. Even though he insisted nothing happened, I didn’t know if I could believe him. That desire in his eyes hadn’t been imagined. But I sighed. Even if it had been real, it wouldn’t change anything. Asher might find me attractive, but he didn’t want me, mind, body, and soul. And he never would. Well, since he had said it was nothing, then I was bound and determined to treat it as such. I pressed the memory, and the dream, into the back of my mind where I’d dared not think of it again. I looked longingly at my bed. It seemed unlikely that I was going to get any more sleep now. My dream of an afternoon nap fizzled into dust. As I debated what to do with the rest of my day instead, a knock sounded at my door. I opened it to find a flower delivery person. She smiled at me. “You got another one.” At this point, we were basically acquaintances. I saw her every day. She held up a fresh vase of