(Harlow)
Monday came and I was already tired before I opened my eyes.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. The kind that builds up over days and sits in your chest like something you can't shake.
Asher was next to me. He'd come back from the compound sometime in the early hours. I hadn't heard him come in but I'd felt him get into bed and I'd shifted closer without thinking about it.
He was awake. I could tell by his breathing.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning."
He rolled toward me. Kissed me once, his hand sliding down my back and squeezing before I could say anything.
I pulled back. "Don't start something we don't have time to finish."
He grinned. "Who says we don't have time?"
"I have a ten o'clock showing."
"It's seven thirty."
I pushed him back and got out of bed before he
