“Lilah, do you really want my help?” Asher asked. A glint of ambiguous strain reflected in his eyes when he asked, still kneeling at my feet. I nodded, fearful of what would spill out his mouth. He took my hands in his reassuringly. “Then tell me the truth. Have you…have you been sleeping with my father in his office?”
My throat tightened, body stiffening, the blood draining from my face. Icy chills spiraled down my spine, trying to convince myself this wasn’t real. Did he actually ask me if I’d been sleeping with his father? The dreaded question I’d been avoiding since he confronted me at school. However, we both knew it obviously; we just didn’t want to hurt the haven we’d created together. I turned away from him in shame and would have snatched my hands away, but he refused to let go w
