CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

LUNA’S POV I walk into the diner and I’m not surprised at all to see Asher setting the table for breakfast. Most at times he prepares my breakfast whenever I sleep over. Asher is an excellent cook. He has on a pair of well ironed black trousers and a white shirt which has been properly tucked into the trousers. The sleeves of his shirt have been neatly rolled up to his elbow exposing the very expensive Rolex wrist watch on his left hand. His jet black hair has been well combed and today, jelled backwards and I take some time to examine his perfect facial features. He has got a well a chiseled jawline and high cheek bones. His brown eyes are deep and charming and his pink full lips aren’t making things any better. They are dangerously succulent. Asher is such a fine man and I am very proud of the fact that he is in love with me. “You do know that staring is rude right?” He asks not even sparing me a glance. I shamefully tear my eyes off him and quietly walk over to the diner. “Good morn