Wanting her

ASHER.

I'd begun to feel vibrations run down my spine at an insane speed when she turned to me and asked for help, although I knew it was the last thing she probably wanted to do. That didn't matter. What matters is— it was happening anyways. I was engulfed in the strong smell of vanilla when I walked to her, and I felt my blood start to rise in a way that it should not.

The room grew hotter with every passing second. I breathed harshly, slowly lifting my hand and getting a hold of her zip while staring at her neckline. I wasn't able to get away even as I violently struggled to. I tried not to touch her in any appropriate way. Why was I having those thoughts anyways? Tonight was supposed to be a business night— we were supposed to talk about Marcus and how I wanted to help, but we've swerved from our original plans.

It took longer than it should have, but I was done. I unzipped it just a little, enough for her to be able to fight off the rest by herself. My breathing grew more raged a