ASHER
The door closed behind us, the room was dark except for the thin line of light coming through the gap in the curtains and the soft ambient glow of the campus outside. I stood just inside the door and Reed stood in front of me and neither of us moved for a moment that felt suspended, held in place by the weight of everything the evening had built between us.
My heart was beating entirely too fast. I had asked him to stay. I had told him to make love to me.
I had stood in that corridor with every sensible part of me saying goodnight and close the door and I had reached for his wrist anyway and now he was here and the room felt different with him in it. Smaller, warmer and more real than it had felt in a long time.
He reached out slowly and touched my face.
