Hebert's POV
The door slammed shut right in my face, and it was crystal clear—Ashley was mad.
But why?
Was it because she caught me soaking my clothes on purpose in the bathroom?
Or maybe it was when I leaned into her space, making her feel cornered, pressured?
Her scent—fresh, delicate, like lilies after rain—still lingered faintly in the air, enticing me. My body hadn't calmed down. That unfinished fantasy, all about her, was still coursing through me, leaving me in a state of unbearable tension. Desire screamed within me, relentless and infuriating, pressing against my slacks and making this whole thing impossibly awkward. If I went after her looking like this... would she think I was some sort of creep?
A frustrated growl ripped from my throat, and my fist slammed h
