“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this intense before,” Asher said, leaning over to drop a kiss on her shoulder next to her swimsuit strap. “If I wear a suit and bring Mya flowers, will you go all aggressive on me like this? ’Cause I think I’d like that.” Bethany’s face turned the brightest shade of red I’d ever seen it, and that was saying a lot because she blushes at the drop of a hat. “Can we talk about this later?” “Oh, we will,” Asher declared, that confidence coming through again. Bethany’s cheeks somehow turned even more crimson as she wiggled farther away from him.”