"N-No, you don't have to."
A fine sheen of sweat appeared on Leah Sinclair's forehead, the corners of her eyes flushed a charming red. Overwhelmed by Asher Keating's movements, she finally lost control, her breathy moans of "Asher" luring him deeper into his indulgence.
When Leah Sinclair woke up the next day, Asher Keating was still fast asleep. She studied his face in the light filtering through the curtains, then smiled softly and kissed the corner of his lips. He must have been truly exhausted, as he didn't stir.
She got up quietly to wash up. The Holt siblings had a flight that afternoon and were already packing their bags. Sean Yates was awake, but his jet lag hadn't worn off yet, so he was just sitting on the living room sofa in a daze.
Hearing the sound of Leah's door opening, he stiffly turned his neck to say, "Good morning," then just as stiffly turned back. Startled, Leah asked him what was wrong.
"I have a stiff neck."
Gavin Holt glanced over and answered for him.
