The weekend plan to walk through a forest and hike uphill to find the pristine waterfalls had gone down the drain, as a good plan often does. There were too many tourists; you hadn't come alone, so having a moment alone with Asher was almost nonexistent, meaning there might not be a magical memory to look back on later. Nonetheless, Asher seemed to have disappeared. All because of that competitive side of wanting to be the first to arrive.

On your part, you were at the back. In front of you, an elderly couple, and behind you, a group of hormonal teenagers who kept offering you water bottles and encouraging you to keep going. Meanwhile, Asher descended to find you, giving up on wanting to be first. He had a look of wanting to murder those teenagers. He hurried to reach you, and when he took your hand, you felt relieved. Your man had become your salvation.

"Back, I'm the only one who can see this body." Taking you by the waist, he hugs you to his chest. "I love letting them know that only I can have you like this."