I woke up when I felt someone hold my leg.

I got up and leaned on the headboard when I saw someone. I was immediately nervous when I saw Asher sitting at the bottom of the bed. I was scared to see him drunk again. Because I knew he would torture me.

He touched my foot again and caress it gently. He stroked up and down his hands.

I am afraid to pull my leg and he might get mad at me.

"As-Asher?" I nervously call him.

"Shh," he said with his finger to his lips. He kissed my toes gently, up to my leg, to my knee, to my...