"What?" I murmur.
He doesn't answer straight away. "Nothing."
I almost want to push him on answering, too curious on what it is he was going to say.
Instead, his hand lifts and he catches my wrist.
Not hard, just enough to still me.
My breath hitches. I suddenly feel way out of my depth.
His thumb brushes lightly over the inside of my wrist absently. Back and forth. He watches my face the entire time.
"You really are good at that," he says quietly.
"At massaging?" I say, confused why he's saying it again.
"At making me forget things."
The words land heavier than he means them to.
I swallow.
His gaze drops to my mouth.
Then back to my eyes.
His breathing has changed. Slower. Deeper.
My pulse jumps where his thumb still rests.
"You okay?" I ask softly.
He studies me for another second.
Then shifts, sitting up fully.
Close enough that our knees brush.
"I want to try something." He says quietly, "do you trust me?"
I nod, not even thinking before I reply.
"Lean back on your pillows." My eyes move to Asher's, finding his level on mine, earnest and pleading with me to trust him.
I do, watching as he disappears into my closet and comes back out with a scarf. My mouth goes dry watching him walk towards me with his jeans sitting low on his hips and the peak of his boxers showing.
He walks to my bedside, holding out the scarf between his hands. "Close your eyes," he whispers, his voice a soft command in the dimly lit room. I hesitate for a moment, then obey, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my stomach as the world around me fades into darkness.
There's a rustle of fabric, and then the cool touch of something brushes against my skin, wrapping around my head to secure my vision in complete darkness.
"Do you trust me?" He asks again.
I nod. Feeling weak and strong all at once.
"Give me your hand."
Chapter 23
