Asher's POV Our foreheads are pressed together, slick with sweat.Nico's breath fans over my lips in ragged puffs, mixing with mine, and for a second—just a second—I let myself believe this means something.That the way he's looking at me isn't just the high of coming undone. My heart's hammering in my chest, not just from the orgasm that's still buzzing through my veins, but from this stupid, fluttering hope that's unfurling inside me. God, Asher, you are such an idiot.I swallow hard, trying to steady myself, my hands still clutching at his shoulders because if I let go, I might just fall apart.His cum is on my stomach, marking me like a brand, and fuck, part of me loves it. Loves feeling claimed, even if it's just for this moment.I tilt my head a fraction, brushing my nose against his, chasing that closeness. "Nico," I whisper, my voice hoarse, barely holding together. "That was... intense." Understatement of the century. He chuckles lowly, and pulls back just enough to meet
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