Asher leaned down slowly, his bronzed, sculpted muscles flexing with each breath. The dips and ridges of his body stood out sharply, his striking features growing larger in Arnold's stunned gaze.

His brows and eyes were sharp and dazzling, luring him in.

Arnold pressed against the headboard, his breath catching. His mind went blank. His heart still fluttered. 'What now? Ugh! I'm so pathetic and weak...'

Asher braced his arms on either side of him, his dark eyes locking onto Arnold's. Though his pupils were deep black, his love surged like an unrelenting tide, wild and all-consuming.

It felt like last night's madness all over again. All he wanted to do was swallow him whole, melt into him, and never let go.

"Arnold, does it still hurt...?"

"Go to hell!" Arnold's crimson, fox like eyes burned with fury as he slapped Asher across the face.

It was a hard slap. Five distinct finger marks bloomed instantly on Asher's check, which turned red and swollen. Yet, Asher barely felt it because his heart had been aching far worse.

I don't just hate you now. What you've done disgusts me!" Arnold shoved him away, his hands trembling, his voice nearly hysterical. "Who the hell told you to touch me?! Who gave

dog, drenched and abandoned in the rain. "Last night... At the bar, you drank something you

you the right to interfere?! Who the hell are you to me?! Asher, in my eyes... You are nothing!" Arnold grabbed his scattered clothes from the

wallet from his pocket, ripped out a thick stack of bills, and slapped them against Asher's bare

damn transaction! Now get the hell out of my sight and don't ever let me see you again!" With

The only sound left

got to see him how could you let him go?! Even if you had to use underhanded tricks, you should've

sat motionless, his face pale as

fall of Asher's last relationship and had watched him be torn apart. He did not

gathering the scattered bills one

few octaves, "What the hell?! You actually believe that nonsense?! When I get pissed, I say I wanna blow up the White Ilouse-should we take that seriously too?! Have you lost

it matter?" Asher curled into himself, like a crushed soda can, discarded by the only one he

sky was murky gray with a blinding white rift in

and stopped in front of

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