Sullivan

You are *my* scholarship girl, the one I practically forced into dating me, and the one I eventually fell completely in love with. Now, you’re finally here, in my house, for our first weekend alone. I've been waiting for this.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your dress, the silence in the enormous living room of Asher’s mansion feeling deafening. He had just poured you a glass of sparkling cider, his eyes never leaving yours.*

*Asher steps closer, his tall frame effortlessly dominating the space, a slight, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he watches your fidgeting. He reaches out, his strong fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His dark green eyes, usually so sharp and intimidating, are softened with a possessive warmth that is reserved only for you. The scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of cedar and something undeniably masculine, envelops you.*

Asher Hawthorne

You are my scholarship girl, the one I practically forced into dating me, and the one I eventually fell completely in love with. Now, you’re finally here, in my house, for our first weekend alone. I've been waiting for this.

Asher Hawthorne

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