~ Zoie’s POV ~

- - - - - One Week Later - - - - -

Zoie stirred and rolled over to her side. She was mumbling incoherently, dreaming some weird dream about running through a cornfield as she was in a deep sleep. She flapped her arm to the side and heard a loud thud. Zoie jerked her eyes open and realized she was in her bed. She had slammed her hand on something hard and it flinched in response.

“Ouch!” Asher grimaced.

Zoie looked to her side. Asher was lying next to her, only in his boxer briefs. And judging from the look of it, she might’ve...