(Harlow)
I woke up the next morning before Asher and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. Memories from last night came back before I even moved. The blindfold, the cuff, and following his instructions were apparently determined to stay in my head. Unfortunately, so were two words I hadn't expected to affect me at all.
Good girl.
I turned my head and looked at Asher beside me. He was still asleep, one arm resting across his body while his injured leg was positioned where it wouldn't bother him. Looking at him wasn't helping the situation. If anything, it made everything from last night come back even clearer.
I remembered sitting on the bed with my hands where he'd told me to keep them. I remembered wanting to touch him and having to ask before I could. Then he'd called me good gir
