Chapter 51 A Gift Of Flowers

• I was still mortified by the possibility of having acted out any part of my sex dream with Asher. Even though he insisted nothing happened, I didn’t know if I could believe him. That desire in his eyes hadn’t been imagined.
• But I sighed. Even if it had been real, it wouldn’t change anything. Asher might find me attractive, but he didn’t want me, mind, body, and soul. And he never would.
• Well, since he had said it was nothing, then I was bound and determined to treat it as such. I pressed the memory, and the dream, into the back of my mind where I’d dared not think of it again.