FORTY FIVE

I woke up when I felt someone hold my leg.

I got up and leaned on the headboard when I saw someone. I was immediately nervous when I saw Asher sitting at the bottom of the bed. I was scared to see him drunk again. Because I knew he would torture me.

He touched my foot again and caress it gently. He stroked up and down his hands. I am afraid to pull my leg and he might get mad at me.

"As-Asher?" I nervously call him.

"Shh," he said with his finger to his lips. He kissed my toes gently, up to my leg, to my knee, to my thigh, down again to my toe. "I miss you," he said then stopped and bowed and fell silent.

I thought he fell asleep due to drunkenness but suddenly he looked up again. Then slowly stand up and go in front of me. He caressed my face, my lips, my eyes. He kisses my eyes, he kisses my nose, my lips.

He kisses me passionately?

I couldn’t understand what he was doing to me. I just remained stumped, in nervousness, in fea