Chapter

Thirty-One

Asher

Night had just begun to fall when urgent knocking sounded from Jackson’s front door.

“Expecting someone?” I asked, glancing away from the sunset I hadn’t really noticed, my thoughts too filled with the events of the night before to appreciate the pink and orange hues. I didn’t want to deal with anyone or be interrupted. Jackson and I were simply enjoying our time together. Couldn’t I just have a normal night for once?

He hadn’t strayed too far from me since we returned to his penthouse that morning. Currently, he was pretending to read while I snuggled into him, my head resting on his shoulder while he...