Asher's POV

“Hmm…mhh..” Layla’s lips were under mine before I could think. Her citrusy scent hit my nose harder than ever.

I didn’t know how I’d gotten here, how I’d ended up with her pressed against the wall, her breath hot and sharp against my mouth, but I didn’t care.

My hands moved greedily, sliding over the curve of her waist, gripping her like I’d been starving for her touch.

Which I had — God, she tasted like everything I'd missed.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured ...