They sat down, and for a moment, Anna just stared at the ground before letting out a long, shaky sigh.
"First of all... I'm sorry," she muttered quietly.
Asher blinked. "Sorry? For what?.."
She clutched her school skirt over her lap, her fingers twisting the fabric as she kept her gaze low. "For how I acted the other day... like a total slut. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, asking you for sex in front of all those people while you were working... I just..."
Asher gently cupped her cheeks, his touch warm and grounding.
"There's nothing to apologize for, my love."
Her throat tightened as tears pooled in her eyes. "I just... I wasn't in my right mind. I don't know what got into me."
"You're still as emotional as ever," he whispered, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "Don't blame yourself. It's our bond. Remember what our mother's said. During the first week of the bonding phase, craving each other's touch becomes unbearable. It's normal."
