HARPER

He's right. I'm thinking about sex. I'm wondering what I've been missing and how he's so casual with his answers as if discussing sexual positions is a regular occurrence in his daily conversations. If he was shocked I'm a virgin, he'd be blown away by the fact that I've never even been kissed. And even though I feel an immediate wave of guilt because of it, I'm thinking about what it would be like if he leaned in just a little and let me feel his lips against mine.

"Harper?" he prompts again softly. His voice is thick and rough, and it makes tiny bumps race along my skin. His scent is ever present, making all the dirty thoughts swim in my brain as if his pheromones are already making me submissive to their control.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and decide honesty is best. I nod.

Asher breathes out a breath with a swoosh. "Wow," he says with a small shake of his head.

"Aren't you?" I ask quickly. Probably not with me, but this quiz has to be bringing up a need inside him for his girlfriend just a few rows back. I've heard it be said that lust and desire make you forget about a person's faults. Surely whatever they are fighting over would seem unimportant when weighed against this powerful, raw feeling.

His gaze drops to my lips, and it's almost as if this whole conversation has been slowed down. The sound around us has long since faded into the background and I can't even remember how any of this started. "Yes," he answers. "In that all-consuming way."

I nod again, not really sure what to say to that. I watch him pull his shirt away from his chest as if he's suddenly too hot. I'm warm too, but I know the heat is coming from within so it does me no good to adjust any clothing. My lips feel dry, so I run my tongue along them, acutely aware of the sensation as Asher follows it with his gaze.

"Should we stop?" I whisper reluctantly. I don't want to, but I don't want to step over a line with him.

He shakes his head. "We're not finished yet."

For a second I let myself imagine he's actually talking about us. About him and me and this crazy-hot connection.

"Next question," he says with his eyes still trained on mine.

I swallow slowly, feeling the tightness of my dry throat. Then I wait for him to read it.

"True or false. Men can have multiple orgasms," he reads.

"Jesus." The word escapes my lips quickly and quietly. My own body clenches with the thought.

"I hope they elaborate on this," he says, flipping the page without waiting for my guess. The quiz has somehow turned into a how-to mission, and it's safe to say I'm totally on board with that.

"Asher," a loud female voice calls to him from right beside me. It's as if we've been caught cheating on a test in school. My heart screeches to a halt, and I feel my cheeks grow even redder.

"Jess," he answers as if all his brain could do is come up with her name. I almost laugh but manage to hold it in. He closes the magazine on his lap.

"Can we talk?" Jess asks. She looks to me for a second. I smile at her. Sure, you can take your boyfriend back. Our fun here is clearly over. Guilt is an ugly thing.

"Um, sure. Now?" he asks even though I think that answer is quite obvious.

"If you don't mind," she responds.

I want to melt into this seat and disappear.

"Give me a minute. I'll come find you."

She doesn't look like she wants to leave, but she does. He clamps his eyes closed and tips his head back. I watch him take three deep breaths.

"I'll get up to let you out," I tell him as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Thanks," he replies.

He sets the magazine on his seat when he stands, and I'm so flustered around him that I step the wrong way into the aisle. Now he has to squeeze past me. I'm an idiot. I push myself up against the edge of my seat the best I can, but when he passes me, every solid inch of him presses against me. He's all muscles and warmth, and for a minute I think I might actually pass out.

He pauses when our bodies are oh-so-perfectly aligned. He dips his head so that his lips are right by my ear and whispers, "Not helping." When he pulls away, I would almost swear he winked at me, but I can't trust anything my head tells me while I'm under his spell.

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