Asher’s POV

I woke up with my face pressed into the pillow, the taste of last night still on my tongue. The sheets were damp and twisted around my thighs like I’d been fighting them in my sleep. Gianna sprawled next to me, one leg hooked over mine, her dark hair fanned across the white cotton. She looked really peaceful, unlike me.

My dick was soft now, but the memory of it being hard kept flashing behind my eyes. The way I'd grabbed her hips. The way she’d moaned my name like it still belonged to her. The way I’d thrust into her without a single thought of Tara until...