Her Lips parted, trembling, before the words tumbled out in a hurried rush. "Yes. Yes, I will." She nodded quickly, like a fragile bird, desperate to appease its predator.
Poor, sweet Jasmine. The way she looked at me in that moment—wide-eyed, like a cornered lamb—almost made me smile. Almost.
"Now," I said, my tone deceptively calm, "go to your room and get ready for bed. You've got a long day tomorrow."
The thought of her preparing for bed, peeling off her clothes piece by piece, her bare skin—it sent fire racing through my veins, pooling low in my body. But, no. I won't do that. I can't watch her innocently naked.
Not just yet.
JASMINE
"Jasmine, why don't you talk to your brother? Tell him how much I like him." Celia was at it again.
