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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Asher

I heard Mel in the bathroom and guessed she was getting dressed to leave and go back to her own apartment. I would have given my right nut to have her come back into my bed with me, but I knew that was wrong so I feigned sleep, listened and waited for her to leave. When I heard the door shut, I sat up. What a mind fuck I’d created.

Mel had been the best thing in my life, and now I wondered if we’d ever be the same. Did we ruin everything? I knew I’d never look at her quite the same way again. I’d always be seeing her under me or on top of me. I’d always see her face as she enjoyed her first orgasm, her second and her third. I’d remember for the rest of my life how she moaned with pleasure every time I sank deep inside of her.

I was an ass.

I should have just left it alone. Let her go out with Alex and get hurt. But I couldn’t bear it. I knew if he hurt her I’d be the one to hold her afterwards, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him fucking her either. Not just fucking her, but being her very first. At least, this way, if she did go out with him, she’d know what it felt like to be loved during sex. Because that’s what happened with me. I didn’t fuck her; I’d made love to her.

I splayed my hand out over the pillow her head had rested on just a few short moments before. I pulled it to my face, inhaling the sweet scent of mango and pineapples from her hair. I closed my eyes, and as I drifted off to sleep, I tried hard to not hate myself for what I’d done.

My phone vibrated, and I opened my eyes. The time displayed on my phone read, eight seventeen. Several hours must have passed since Mel left. I swiped the on button to turn off the alarm I had permanently set on my phone. I forced myself up, and after hitting the head, I sauntered into the kitchen. I’d need a gallon of coffee this morning if I were going to do my usual five-mile run through the Presidio before going to the gym for the rest of my workout.

I thought about Mel and how beautifully sexy she’d been last night. I also thought about what she’d said about my half-brothers earlier in the day at my mom’s. She’d been right, as usual. My mom wanted me to locate them so I would have family. She was sure they’d want to know about me, and was positive that they didn’t already. Just one more stab of pain to my heart, knowing that my father never wanted to acknowledge me to the rest of his family. But Mel was right. I’d never know unless I made the effort to find them. But I didn’t think I could do it on my own. I wanted her to come with me. But I may have ruined that.

I didn’t know if we’d be able to sit in a car and be as carefree with each other as we had been before last night, because frankly, I wanted another taste of that lovely body of hers.

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