Yale Allen had a very bizarre suspicion, "Asher Harrington is me, right?"
Selena Flores suddenly looked up.
His gaze was intense, burning into her as he took in all the panic on her face.
She was stunned, and when the electric bike behind honked its horn, she forgot to move out of the way.
Yale Allen forcefully pulled her aside, causing her to lose her balance and crash into his arms, her forehead hitting his chest with a solid thump, followed by a muffled grunt above her.
"Selena Flores."
Selena Flores looked up and met a pair of eyes, "Asher?"
Asher Harrington had a bad temper, liked to furrow his brows, and was always quite fierce.
Every time he looked at her, his pupils shone bright, like fireflies on a summer night, like stars in the desert, igniting light in the darkness, burning with warmth and tenderness.
"I've come back."
Without warning, he had returned.
Selena Flores raised her hand, gently caressing his face, "Asher."
Asher Harrington responded, "Hmm."
