Asher

I want to run my hands through her hair, to kiss her until she has no breath left-until she's consumed by me the way I'm consumed by her.

Damn this pull.

Every time I try to avoid her, I end up seeking her out. It's like my body betrays me, drawn to her even when my mind tells me to stay away.

I know she's mad at me. These past few days have been hell without her. I want us to work, I really do-but every time I try, something holds me back. Doubts creep in, fueled by the history of my ancestors, the choices they made, and the...