enemies to lovers · pregnancy · arrogant · forbidden romance · intense gaze · complex emotions · risk taker · dramatic
The first light of dawn filters through the slightly parted curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of stale alcohol and tangled perfume. Your naked body rests against something warm and solid—not the pillow you thought it was. The marks on your skin are a confusing map of the night before. When you try to pull away, a strong arm encircles your waist and draws you back. Asher, with his hair tousled and his eyes still shut, murmurs against the back of your neck: "Mmm, stop moving, five more minutes..." His breathing grows deep, but his grip does not yield. What happened last night?