I shut off the shower and step out, reaching for a towel to wrap around my body. “Yes, more than I thought I would be. Even though we’re nowhere near ready to discuss the possibility, I’m sad that it never will be one.”
“I can always get it reversed.” He wraps a towel around his waist, pushing his hair back with both of his hands.
“It’s not that easy. A reversal is far more complicated, not to mention there’s a greater risk involved. My question is, why would you do it in the first place?”
His mouth presses into a thin line, brows bunching together with frustration before he finally answers. “Because I never believed there was anyone out there I wanted to share that part of myself with. Not after everything that happened in my past.” Reaching for my elbow, he pulls me to his damp chest. I gaze up into his fierce blue eyes. “But that was until I met you. Now I fucking regret ever making such a stupid, impulsive decision.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I’m sorry.”
I can feel the tension rolling off of his body and I can practically hear his mind racing with worry.
“You don’t have to be sorry. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
He exhales a relieved breath, his fingers brushing my cheeks softly before he takes my mouth in a slow, sensual kiss.
“What the hell did I ever do to deserve you?”
“You deserve all the happiness and love in the world, Asher Cunningham, and I’m going to make sure to remind you of that every single day.” I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close, matching the thrust of his warm tongue with my own, silently reassuring him that no matter where we go from here, we will figure it out together.
Chapter 17
Asher
One month later...
“How’s therapy going?” my brother Justin asks as I put my squad car in park in front of the station.
“Doc says I’m cured.” I turn off my engine but stay in the car.
“Really?” He doesn’t sound convinced. If anyone knew how I was before it was my brother Justin. Out of all of my brothers, he and I have always been the closest and he’s the only one who knew about my so-called sex addiction. At least that’s what I thought it was at the time, but the truth of the matter is, I simply hadn’t found the right woman to tame me.
Until now.
“I thought you said there was no cure for sex addiction.”
“There’s not, but this doctor had some unusual therapy methods so it seems I won’t need further treatment.”
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” Justin asks.
