(Harlow)
I watched Asher put the case back in the closet and wondered how the hell one cuff had managed to leave me wanting more. He closed the closet before turning toward me. I was still sitting on the bed where he'd left me.
"You're really done?"
"Yes."
"That's disappointing."
"I noticed."
I looked at my wrist again. There wasn't a mark on it, and nothing about what we'd done had been difficult. The difficult part had been following his instructions when I wanted to do something else. Apparently I liked that more than I expected.
Asher came back and sat beside me. His leg was stretched out in front of him, reminding me that he'd probably been standing longer than he should have. I looked at it before looking at him. He caught me.
"Don't."
"I didn't say anything."
"You were abo
