Tiny Precious Secrets

My time with Asher Anderson was supposed to be simple.
A long-distance situationship of sorts with someone older and more experienced. No risk of attachment. No threat of commitment.
Exactly how I need it.

But the single dad is making it hard to stick to my guns.
Impossible to hide behind my walls.

Asher wants more. More from me. More for us.
He doesn’t realize how much stands in our way.
How little I have to give.

And neither of us expects the two pink lines connecting us forever.