Leah Sinclair looked at Asher Keating's furrowed brows. His eyes were filled with worry for her, and her heart constricted as if squeezed by a fist. She gasped for air and began to cough violently.
Startled, Asher Keating quickly rubbed her back. After she calmed down a bit, he poured a glass of water and slowly helped her drink.
"Asher..."
After drinking the water, Leah Sinclair called his name softly. Asher Keating set the glass down, wrapped his arms around her, and hummed a response.
"Was your... your first time with Phoebe Peyton?"
Leah Sinclair finally voiced the question. The moment she did, she felt Asher Keating's body go rigid. She let out a soft, bitter laugh. 'How I wish it wasn't true,' she thought.
But Asher Keating's reaction told her it was.
Asher Keating righted her so he could look into her eyes. Leah Sinclair was smiling, but it was a smile more painful than tears. She just stared at him.
