Chapter 27
Grabbing the edge of the counter, Asher leaned heavily against it with his head hanging. “I’m sorry.”
I slid my arms around his waist and plastered my chest against his back, resting my cheek against his still sleep-warm skin. “What for?”
“Mike.”
Turning my head, I rubbed my nose along his spine. Tightened my grip and inhaled his scent. “It’s okay.”
“I saw your face. You were worried.” His raspy voice was full of concern.
I snapped my mouth shut around the automatic, “No, I wasn’t.”It would have been a lie.
I ducked under his arm, squeezed myself between him and the counter, and hid my face in the crook of his neck. “Yes,” I admitted, “but not like you think. I was…self-conscious.”
“Why?” He rubbed his stubbly cheek against my temple.
“He has a very nice body. I’m…scrawny.”
Asher let go of the counter and flung his arms around me. “Don’t say that. You’re beautiful.”