HEIR OF PAIN
Asher said softly, “did you notice something about my body?”
Ryan paused, lifting his head slightly to look at the mirror in front of them. His lips curved into a smile.
“You’re perfect, baby,” Ryan whispered, then went back to kissing his neck.
But that wasn’t enough for Asher. He twisted around, making Ryan release him, and faced him directly. His eyes searched Ryan’s face.
“Look at me,” Asher insisted, pressing a hand against his own stomach. “I’m getting fat. My stomach is growing. And it’s not like I eat too much. In fact, I started dieting, but still…” His voice trailed off in frustration.