Third person POV.Asher stirred from sleep earlier than usual. The dawn light hadn’t yet broken through the thick curtains of his bedroom, but he was already sitting upright, his mind curiously at ease for once. Last night’s dream was one he wished he wouldn't wake up from, it lingered in his memory and he didn't want it to leave. Audrey in his arms, the softness of her breath against his shirt, the taste of her lips. The ache in his chest had shifted into something warm, dangerous, and real, and he was willing to explore it. He pulled on a grey cashmere sweater and a pair of black slacks, his movements unusually light for a man who carried the weight of an empire on his shoulders.Downstairs, he found Audrey sipping a glass of orange juice, her oversized sweater barely managing to hide the curve of her growing belly. She looked up, surprised to see him so early.“Morning,” he said, voice lower than usual. He let his eyes sweep over her subtly as he walked into the open-plan kitche
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