JASMINE'S POV
I left Louis' office feeling lightheaded and blushing wildly from embarrassment. What was wrong with me? I asked myself.
Why was I checking out his body like some pervert? I recalled glancing at the muscular body underneath his shirt as well as the way it felt when it was pressed into mine against the bookshelf.
Louis was my dear childhood friend who was helping me. The last thing I wanted was to make this weird for him. Also, I was six years older than him. He probably saw me as an older sister the same way I should see him as a younger brother. I was also single mother why would he want someone with 'baggage'?
