Aurora: I could handle you just fine.
Asher: So it was an offer then?
Aurora: No. And aren’t you celibate? Outside of Jonah, apparently?
Asher: It’s a lack of interest.
Aurora: Jonah being the exception?
Asher: Once in a while.
Aurora: When your hand isn’t doing it for you anymore?
Asher: When I become dangerous.
If he was trying to scare me with that ominous line, he had another thing coming thinking it was gonna work, or even land well.
Aurora: Maybe you shouldn’t bottle it up so much then.
Asher: Like I said, lack of interest. It couldn’t be helped.
Aurora: Past tense?
Asher: Perceptive girl. Yes.
I swallowed hard, my fingers stilling. Was he—
Another text came in, interrupting my thoughts and answering my question at the same time.
Asher: But you’re not ready. And to keep my promise, I can’t exactly break you now, can I?
Aurora: Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not breakable.
Asher: I was already able to bend you, don’t forget.
Aurora: That was weeks’ worth of manipulation, tests, and mind-fucking. And bending is a whole lot different to actually breaking somebody.
Asher: Agreed, so let’s keep it that way. You’re still scared of the dark.
Aurora: Bullshit.
Asher: You hide it well, don’t get me wrong. The thing is, once you open that door, it doesn’t want to stay closed.
Aurora: There’s no door.
Asher: Your session with Jonah would beg to differ.
Aurora: That was merely scratching an itch.
Asher: Been a while for you, had it?
Aurora: Yes.
Asher: How long?
Aurora: None of your business.
Asher: Why?