I should have resented the way she weakened me with just one fucking touch.
But I didn't.
Because she wasn't making me weak. She was making me hers.
"Fuck," I muttered, closing my eyes for a brief second before opening them again, my forehead pressing against hers. "You don't know what you are asking of, Jasmine," I breathed. If only she knew she was unknowingly pushing me in the direction every other person was pushing me to, then maybe she wouldn't have said this.
"Please…" she whispered one last time, and my restraint snapped.
My hand shot out, cupping the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair.
"I promise," I rasped, my lips brushing her temple. "I won't do anything to hurt her. If it makes you happy."
She exhaled, but before she'd revel in her triumph, I spoke again, "But what do I get in return, huh?" I whispered in her ear.
She inhaled slowly, "Alaric…"
