Seventy Five

Asher’s POV

I stripped off my clothes and walked to the bathroom, and then I stepped into the shower and turned it on, letting the water stream down my hair to my shoulders, and my back.

My head so pounding, bug I hoped that this cold water against my skin was going to help. That wasn’t my problem though, my problem was May, and the way she had been on my mind.

It was really bad.

It was getting so bad that I only had to sit alone and then my mind would go to her. It was so bad that, every day, I needed to get myself off to stop myself from thinking about her.

When I thought of her, I grew hard, painfully hard, and I would have to force myself to think of something else to make it deflate. I had to get some kind of relief, at night or even in the morning of every goddamn day.

As I leaned back against the cold tile to wrap my hand around myself, then I cursed. For how long was I going to continue this? I had just sent away the woman when she wanted to be with me just because I thought s