Chapter 21

Abigail was surprised. Asher's lips on hers were warmer and softer than she remembered from a while ago. Asher's hands moved skillfully on her body, as his lips asked for permission into her mouth.

Abigail didn't know what came over her. She wrapped her hands around Asher's neck, giving him all the permission he wanted. Abigail felt her legs go weak, she could have sworn she would have collapsed on the floors if Asher wasn't holding securely in his arms.

His lips moved gently on hers, exploring every corner of her mouth. Abigail couldn't stop the moan that left her lips. She could feel the air in her lungs slowly escaping as both Abigail and Asher's body was drenched by the cold water running from the shower.

Reluctantly, Asher pulled away from her, allowing her to breathe some air. His dark eyes bored hard into her blue tender eyes for a second as his fingers brushed back her sticky blonde hair that glued to her face.

Abigail was panting hard. She couldn't remember the last time she kissed someone else who wasn't Dave this deeply. She couldn't help but lean into Asher's warmth.

Asher pulled his lips to her neck, placing sweet kisses on the crook of her neck. Abigail gripped on to his dripping wet hair, clutching it hard as her tender moans invaded Asher's ears.

Her moans were encouraging that Asher's hands on her waist began to move on her body. Suddenly, Abigail's eyes snapped open and she jerked in Asher's arms. She could now feel the impact of the cold water on her skin.

"Asher, I can't," Abigail's body was trembling badly as Asher regarded her with a dark gaze. Immediately, she peeled her gaze away from his fathomless dark hole, afraid that they might suck her back into the insane feeling of wanting his lips on hers again.

"Are you sure?" Asher asked, flirtily, his lips holding a smirk.

Abigail nodded halfway, inhaling sharply when Asher's finger trailed the outline of her face under the running water, even with the cold feasting on her skin, she could feel the sparks igniting at his touch.

"Your silence is not very convincing, my sweet wife," he leaned closer, tempting her with his sweet breath.

Abigail gasped, suddenly the cold that she felt a second ago was quickly replaced with a burning sensation and now the bathroom felt too hot for her.

"Y-Yes. I am v-very sure," she bit out, quietly.

"If you say so," he said. With one last stare at her, Asher backed away, but he still had a hand pinned to her waist, while the other began unbuttoning his white shirt.

Abigail held her breath, she didn't move or utter a word until Asher's bare chest came into view. She fought so hard to look away, but she just couldn't. She always knew he was handsome, but tonight he looked more beautiful in her eyes.

"What do you think you are doing?" She managed to ask.

He sent her an obvious look. "About to take a shower,"

"Asher, please let go of me first," she said, as Asher's shirt fell to the floor.

Her eyes widened, before she could open her mouth, Asher's hands pulled down the dripping nightwear she had on.

"Now explain to me how letting you go is possible?" She heard Asher's deep voice in her ears.

Instinctively, she covered her perky breasts with her hands, throwing a furious glance at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled.

"Aren't you going to shower?" He asked indifferently, as his dark gaze swept over Abigail's nakedness.

"Yes, but—" her brows crippled in confusion.

"Then we should shower." He said, turning the heater on.

Abigail's eyes rounded. What the hell was he thinking?

"We are going to shower separately," she couldn't keep her rage away from her voice as her hands concealed what little of her bare skin she could away from Asher's eyes.

"Why not? You are my wife, aren't you?" He said unconcernedly, unzipping his pants.

Abigail felt her heart pound faster. "Shower alone. I do not want to shower with you," she bit out, looking away from Asher.

"Do you really hate me that much?" His piercing eyes fell on her. Abigail felt like they were piercing right into her soul.

Why would he think she hated him?

Her hands around her body tightened. "I don't know what you are talking about. I am simply following the doctor's advice, she told me to take things slow." She explained, looking anywhere else than his dark hole.

When Asher didn't say a word. She met his green irises. "please, can I go now?"

"Do as you wish Abigail, I will not stop you," he muttered.

Abigail's heart swelled in elation. Quickly, she grabbed her cloth from the floor, racing out of the bathroom.

It was only when she shut the bathroom door that she took in several breaths. She grabbed a white robe, covering her naked body.

Instead of waiting for Asher to be done in the bathroom, she hurried to the bathroom in the guest room, having her bath.

By the time she returned to the masters bedroom, Asher still hadn't stepped out of the bathroom. Abigail went to her wardrobe and picked out a pink shirt and trouser pajamas.

She fell on the bed, grabbing her phone that was on the table. The first thing she noticed was several calls from Mia.

She glanced at the bathroom door, Asher would be out any minute. Instead of returning her friend's call, she decided to send a long, raging message to Mia. After all, it was her fault she was in such a difficult situation with Asher.

She tossed her phone back on the table, leaning on the bed. She couldn't stop her dirty mind from traveling back to the moment when Asher's sweet lips were on hers. She had to admit, he was a good kisser and incredulously handsome. But there was no way she could regard him as her husband.

Abigail jerked suddenly when the bathroom door opened, and Asher sauntered out having only a towel on his waist.

The man sat down beside her on the bed, taking a glance at his phone.

The air around felt so awkward and Abigail hated the deathly silence. She cleared her throat to speak when she heard a knock on the door.

Gently, she jumped from the bed, walking to the door. She pulled it open. Abigail's eyes widened in fear, as she screamed loudly, slamming the door closed. She ran to Asher who had just worn his pants.

Abigail jumped on him, and Asher was quick to hold her. He placed his strong arms securely around her.

"What the fuck is wrong?" He voiced, pulling Abigail's fearful face to his.

She parted her lips to speak, and her instant words made Asher's eyes darken.