I tried to stay still, forcing my mind away from how Luke would react to me being late. I could have easily made up an excuse, but that was impossible with Asher dropping me off.

My palms grew sweaty. I couldn't tell if it was from the nerves or because my body was still reeling from his touch.

"Why do you always try to make my day much worse than it already is?" I said out of anger and frustration, trying to avoid looking at him.

"Relax, cupcake." Asher said in a soft voice. "Why are you always so bothered about what Luke thinks? If you're truly his fiancée, you...