Jasmine's POV
I should have left the moment he walked out, but something foolish inside me kept me rooted to that spot, waiting like a lovesick fool.
Part of me held onto the ridiculous hope that he would burst back through that door, pull me into his arms, and finish what we had started. That the hunger I had seen blazing in his dark eyes would consume us both until we collapsed together, breathless and satisfied.
Instead, I was left alone in the empty room, my body still humming with unfulfilled desire.
I slid down from the desk on unsteady legs, my hands shaking as I spotted my torn underwear crumpled on the cold floor. The silk fabric felt foreign between my trembling fingers as I shoved the evidence into my jacket pocket.
