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.

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 you the fucking

spine stiff, his expression flickering with helplessness. He looked like a stray dog, drenched and abandoned in the rain. "Last night... At the bar, you drank something

the hell are you to me?! Asher, in

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

ever let me see you

silence. The only sound left was the heavy, lonely

finally got to see him how could you let him go?! Even if

Asher sat motionless, his face pale

fall of Asher's last relationship and had watched

voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He crouched down, trembling, gathering the scattered bills one by one, clutching

believe that nonsense?! When I get pissed, I say I wanna blow up

could throw away my pride, my dignity... I could chase him for a lifetime... But would it matter?" Asher curled into himself, like a crushed soda can, discarded by the only one he had ever loved. "Arnold

of the hotel. The sky was murky gray with a blinding white rift

up and stopped in front of him.

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