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Elise and Lucent were… dead?
No, no, they weren’t. They were alive. But somewhere else. The police thought they started the fire at Asher’s mansion, that was it. They didn’t, though. They couldn’t, right? I didn’t know. I doubted it, and the police should realize as much, but from what I remembered Asher telling me, that wasn’t the case.
Why, though? It didn’t make sense to me. Lucent’s suit coat, yes, but…
Asher shifted behind me, pressing against my body. I sighed and pushed back against him, settling perfectly into his arms. He held me tight, one arm wrapped around my side while his other lay beneath the curve of my neck. I nuzzled against his sleeping form, content and happy just to be near him.
Behind me, he breathed softly, shallow, clearly asleep. Also behind me, he pressed forward with his hips gently, rocking. Just a little, not enough to disturb me if I was sleeping. I wasn’t sleeping, though.
Asher was, and…
Well, Asher was erect. Aroused. Dreaming of something. From my vantage point near the side of the bed I saw his pants laying on the floor below me. His coat was draped across the back of a hospital chair nearby. He still wore his shirt and I could see parts of the sleeves, with his arms wrapped around me. No shoes or socks, of course; those were with his pants.
Careful, I reached behind me and between us, feeling near Asher’s waist. He wore underwear, of course, but the throbbing bulge trapped within must be uncomfortable for him. I didn’t want him to wake up from discomfort, did I?
Those were my thoughts, but I doubted what I did next was out of pure concern for my slumbering husband’s comfort. I doubted it very much.