Asher’s POV

#Family dinner evening #

“You’re nervous already and I haven’t even touched you yet,” I chuckled, watching her fingers twist in her lap the moment she stepped into the car.

Her citrusy scent hit my nose softly. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a bun, a curled fragment dropping on each side of her head.

The black gown fitted her perfectly, accentuating every curve. I had known it would the moment I picked it. Her legs were on full display from the slit in the ...