A muscular hand wraps around my waist while the other hand slowly trails a line down my spine; warm breaths fan my ear, making my leg weak.

I gritted my teeth while resisting the urge to grab Asher and throw him out of the training room. As if I could in the first place.

Ever since I was released from the hospital, just like Asher stated, he began to train me. However, every time, I can’t help thinking that something is wrong with Asher.

The times Asher is supposed to use to train me will end up with Asher teasing the hell out of me.

Regardless of how I complain...