As I woke up the next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I was slightly startled to find myself nestled closer to Asher, who lay beside me, his gaze intently fixed on my face.
“Morning,” I murmured, still enveloped in the haze of sleep.
“Morning. Did you sleep alright?” he asked, his voice soft yet sincere.
“Are you kidding? This bed is absolutely amazing,” I replied, stretching my limbs, relishing the plush comfort that surrounded me.
“I’m glad you liked it. And I’m really sorry about yesterday,” he said, a hint of regret tinging his words.
“Which part?” I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.
“Cole. But, I guess yesterday was a true nightmare,” he replied, his expression darkening.
“Right. Jackson showing up at your packhou
