Elaine
Damn Asher!
"And how does it feel sleeping in his bed, Elaine?"
The question had hit me with the maximum force of his intent, and he'd got me right where he wanted.
Not dying of course, because that was on me for letting anything Grayson affect me down to my bones.
No, Asher had my desire for his brother flashing like a bloody neon light both on my forehead for all to see and in every inch of me.
"And how does it feel sleeping in his bed, Elaine?"
Now I'd have nothing but sleepless nights. Not that I'd been sleeping that well after the kiss anyway. But now, everytime I slid into that bed — knowing Grayson had been in it — I wasn't sure I'd be strong enough not to touch myself.
And now I had Grayson's hands on me, making everything worse.
Jesus.
"Adrian, I'm fine," I said,
