Asher’s POV

I woke up with a dull ache behind my eyes from the sex last night with Gianna. I was on the bed, with sheets twisted around my legs. Tara was beside me, curled on her side and breathing softly and evenly, her hand resting on the pillow like she’d reached for me in her sleep.

How the hell did I get here? I could only remember the part of me and Gianna together but not the part of how I got in here.

I sat up slowly, trying not to wake her. The room spun a little, and memories came back in flashes: Gianna’s mouth on me, her...