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Whatever he won’t say haunts him.

And something inside me is screaming that I have to soothe his restless spirit.

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ASHER

Ifucking hate Sawyer right now. He’s been in my fucking head all night, telling me that offering to get Viv a jacket was a boyfriend gesture.

Fuck him.

Actually... fuck her. That’s what you’re supposed to be doing, dipshit.

Her fingers grasp my hair as I kiss her plump lips, pressing her against the wall of my bedroom, my cock pressed between her legs in this fucking ridiculous costume.

She looks insanely hot in hers. I know she doesn’t think she does, but holy shit. I guess I do have a Dorothy fantasy. I can’t get enough of her, but I also can’t seem to get out of my fucking head.

I’m gonna nut-punch Sawyer next time I see him.

Viv grips my face in her hands, pulling out of our kiss and looking into my eyes. “Be here with me. Nothing else matters.”

Corrupt me.

I’m not like Linc and Penelope. I don’t have any deep dark secrets I’m hiding like they did. I fucking hate that Colt died and I did nothing about it, but that’s pretty much out there. I know without a doubt, I shouldn’t be fucking Vivienne when she’s the mother of Colt’s kid, but she knows that too. I watched my mother deconstruct, and I tried to belike Colt for her. Viv knows everything about me, but she doesn’t know me.

She thinks there’s good inside me.

She doesn’t realize how numb I am, how fucking frustrated I am by my own existence.

I unzip her dress slowly, my eyes staying on hers the entire time as she shrugs out of the capped sleeves and the dress slides to her stomach.

That I don’t even know myself, so there’s no way in hell anyone else can.

I push the dress down over her slightly flared hips and let it fall to the floor as I find the hooks on her bra and undo them with ease, still looking into her eyes.

That I don’t want to fucking talk about anything because the thought of getting close to anyone terrifies me to my core.

As I remove her bra, her hand grabs mine, her gaze never faltering. “No.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What? I’ve seen you naked. Now’s not the time to be shy.”

She drops my hands and pulls the bra off, then pushes her panties down, leaving her in only blue socks and red glittery shoes. “Do not zone out. Don’t just go through the motions.”

My heart thunders in my chest at her words, not liking that she’s calling me out. Her hand shoves my chest and moves me backward, and she does it again, pushing me toward the bed as she follows. Her fingers sliding the zipper of the silver jumpsuit down as she slides it over my shoulders, taking control. Which I’m not used to.

I’m always the one in control.

“I see you, Asher.” She slides the jumpsuit down, her hardened nipples scraping my chest and down my front as she moves down, waiting for me to kick my shoes off and step out of the jumpsuit entirely.

She stays kneeled before me, her lips in a pout as she looks up at me.

“You don’t want to talk? Fine.”

Her fingers find the hem of my briefs, pulling them down over my ass first and then tugging the front to allow my cock to spring free. Then she pulls them down over my calves so I can step out of them too.

I watch her in a daze as her hand grips the base of my cock. “You’re afraid of too much intimacy? I get it.”

Holy. Shit.

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