Asher sat back straight and held control of his emotions, summoning all his courage to see this through with Irish.
He would not whimper nor cower away this evening. There's no way he would. He would not go back to dating random women and appearing like trying to get over a silly little heartbreak when he already knew what and who he truly wanted in reality.
"Fine, if you must know…" she began again, finally giving in.
"I'm afraid you'll take my heart and break it, you bastard."
Asher stilled upon hearing her confession, totally not expecting that she actually felt that way. Suddenly unsure of how to face him, Irish looked away, evading his gaze.
"What?" he breathed.
"Oh, come on, you and I both know I'm a walking mess. I mean, look, I handcuffed myself to my bed. I'm not the sort of person you should be associated with," she reasoned, ashamed.
