"Why can't you sleep with me?" Violet was on her feet now, walking toward him.
"No, please stop." Asher halted her as soon as she got close. "Don't come any closer."
Violet frowned. "I don't understand. Why don't you want to sleep with me?" She swallowed. "Is it my body? Is there something wrong with it? Something you don't like? Or don't you want me anymore?"
"Fuck. Shit. It's not you. It's me."
"What are you talking about?" Violet was concerned now. If it wasn't her, but him, then…?
Her eyes widened. "By chance, do you have performance problems?"
"What?"
Violet's gaze raked down his body. "But that doesn't make sense. You're not little or something." Her face flushed. "And you don't have issues getting it up either. Or is it you can't release?"
Asher stood dumbfounded for a beat, then groaned. "No. It's not that."
He dragged his hands down his face, then looked at her with pain in his eyes. "You were in my head last time. Remember?"
