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.

his hands trembling, his voice nearly hysterical. "Who the hell told you

spine stiff, his expression flickering with helplessness. He looked like a stray dog, drenched

that gave you the right to interfere?! Who the hell are you to me?! Asher, in my eyes... You

wallet from his pocket, ripped out a thick stack of bills, and slapped

hell out of my sight and don't ever let me see

into silence. The only sound left was the

face tight with urgency. "Mr. Larson ran off! You finally got to see him how could you let him go?! Even if you had to use underhanded tricks,

motionless, his face

the rise and fall of Asher's last relationship and had watched him be torn

hoarse, barely a whisper. He crouched down, trembling, gathering the scattered bills one by one, clutching them tightly in his palm. "Yuri... Maybe it's time. Maybe I really need

pissed, I say I wanna blow up the

would it matter?" Asher curled into himself, like a crushed soda can, discarded by the only one he had ever loved. "Arnold and I

The sky was murky gray with a blinding white rift in the

stopped in front of him. "Mr.

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