Chapter

Forty-One

Asher

The hum of voices surrounded me as I stood in the ballroom, Devon’s arm around my waist, his scent tearing down my walls piece by piece. It was nearly impossible to focus on the room and people and everything we were supposed to be doing when the words he’d said still flickered through my mind, one by one, embedding themselves in my heart. I had broken him. He didn’t hate me, he loved me, and I ruined us because I was afraid.

Denying his kiss had been physically painful. Everything in me was desperate to close the distance between our mouths and take what we both wanted....