In Intimate Desire[UNEDITED]

Chapter 22

Asher

She closes the door with her foot before walking towards me. Her eyes looked tired and her hair was thrown into a bun.

"Come here." I say, pulling her towards me by her waist. "You sleep okay?" I ask, fiddling with the hem of my t-shirt she was wearing.

"Mhmm." She hums.

"Good." I say, lifting her shirt up. She raises her arms as I pull the shirt all of the way off, dropping it onto the floor.

A low growl escapes the back of my throat as I bend down, taking her breast in my mouth.

A quiet moan escapes her lips as she tangles her fingers into my hair.

I pull down the pajama shorts she was wearing, along with the panties she had on.

"Who knew a pair of bikini style panties could be so sexy." I say, holding the light pink fabric up on my finger.

"I'm bound to start my period any day now. I need to be prepared." She says before her eyes widen.

"What?"

"What if I start, in the shower?" She whisper yells.

"Uhh.. We'll cross that bridge if we get there."

"I'm not taking a shower with you now."

"Yes you are." I say, turning her hips.

"Asher.."

"Do you really not want to?"

"I mean, I want to but, I'm scared now."

"It's fine. Sure, periods aren't my favorite things- mainly because they're major cock blocks- but, I'm not gonna break up with you or anything if that happens. It's part of life. If it does happen, I'll go buy you whatever comfort food you need." I say and her expression softens.

"Seriously, did I find you on Amazon or something?"

I chuckle, gently pushing her into the shower, "Holy fuck that's hot!" She yells.

"Just turn it down then." I say, stepping out of my boxer briefs.

I slide the frosted glass sliding door open wider so I can step in.

My breath gets my caught in my throat when I see Amara standing under the water, her head thrown back as her eyes are shut.

I take my time looking at her.

From her millions of freckles on her face to her perfect C-cup breasts(that I love a little too much- considering I wasn't much of a boob person until her). Then to the tattoo on her lower ribcage, that I've now spent multiple nights tracing. All the way down to her curvy hips and slightly thicker thighs, that I loved clenched around my head while my face is buried in my favorite spot.

She had some calf muscles and her toe-nails were painted white.

I was my own worst enemy when it came to her. Anything she does turns me on.

I groan anytime I see her freckles.

Don't even get me started on her laugh, her smile, and most of all her voice. The way her hand feels in my mine. Or the way she lightly traces my skin with her fingers.

I was a total goner.

There was no coming back from her.

I was either going to love her with my whole being, or she was going to be my downfall. I knew it.

There was no one else for me. There never will be.

It was either Amara until the end, or I lose myself along with her. And the latter of the two wasn't even really an option.