That just sent his eyes widening to the size of fucking dinner plates, his heart dropping to the pit of his gut while his stomach felt like it was in danger of leaping right out his mouth. Sitting up, he rubbed at the area she'd just poked.
"I'm sorry, what?" Asher finally said, quickly regretting it. Did he really need to hear it again? Did he want to? "Why? What?! Why?"
Three very brilliant questions.
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