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Asher

I’m at Mason’s with Nix. When do you get home again?

Asher

I miss you.

My stomach fluttered with those familiar butterflies.

Haley

I miss you too. My flight leaves at two on Saturday.

The only good thing about Friday weddings was I got to go home on Saturday.

Asher

Who the hell gets married on a Friday.

I smirked as his gruff nature.

Haley

Someone that doesn’t want to get married on a Saturday and needs pictures taken?

Asher

Speaking of pictures…Send me one

Haley

A picture of what, exactly?

Asher

Your face. It’s been too long since I’ve seen those beautiful blues.

My heart tipped over in my chest. Placing the phone down on the counter, I bit my lip as I surveyed myself in the mirror. I hadn’t taken off my makeup yet, so I still had the grey smokey eye going on that made my blue eyes pop. My lips were still tinted a pretty nude color.

I twisted a piece of my slightly ruffled hair around my finger.Fuck it.Taking a deep breath, I unzipped my black dress, letting it pool around my feet. I stood in a lacy, dark blue bra and panty set that I bought with Asher in mind. Grabbing my phone, I held it in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I snapped a picture of my chest, leaving my mouth in the picture.

Taking a deep breath, I considered retaking another picture of my face because that’s what he asked for. Twisting my lips to the side, I assessed the picture one more time.

Good lighting.

My boobs looked fan-fucking-tastic.

You could only see the top edge of my lace panty line. All-in-all, it wasn’t that trashy of a picture. Way better than the dick-pics I used to get on dating apps.

Actually, I really liked it. I looked hot and I’d never sent a picture like that before. Let alone to a guy.

But this was Asher. Not just some guy. He would like it.

Fuck it.I attached it to a text and sent it. Laying my phone back down on the counter, I waited for his response. Three little dots popped up and then disappeared.

I stared at the phone for four more minutes, not that I was counting, before Asher’s picture filled my screen. I jumped as that phone rang loudly, echoing in the bathroom. My hand shook as I picked it up.

Why the hell was I nervous?

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