Last time, Jasmine had only poked one of Damien’s abs with a finger, but now her entire palm was pressed against his abdomen.

She thought, ‘It feels great. But is Damien’s body too hot?’

His warmth seeped through, making her palm feel like it was on fire in an instant.

Jasmine’s face flushed bright red like a ripe cherry. Her mind went completely blank, and she couldn’t say a word.

‘Should I forgive him?’ she wondered.

The scale in her heart was actually tipping. Deep down, she already had an answer because he had won her over.

The moment she touched Damien’s abs, her mood was absolutely over the moon. ‘They feel really nice,’ she thought.

She wiggled her fingertips a little. ‘They are so firm. And they move. Heh, this is fun,’ she thought.

Jasmine’s eyebrows and eyes relaxed into a smile. She was kind of getting addicted, reluctant to pull her hand away.

Damien, though, held his breath. He didn’t rush her, letting her touch as much as she wanted.

One of his hands was propped against the wall, and right then, the veins on the back of it were faintly visible.

Clearly, he was holding back. In the darkness, his gray eyes stared intently at his bunny.

Taking advantage of Jasmine’s enjoyment, Damien asked again, “Can you forgive me now?”

Jasmine nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at grain. Her oval face lit up with a huge smile. Just a moment ago, she’d been the elegant and poised Ms. Farrington, but now she’d dropped the act, looking totally silly.

Those abs had quite the charm. All her earlier frustration vanished, and she felt utterly, thoroughly happy, body and soul.

‘Forgive him? Sure. Absolutely, totally, definitely. Let me keep touching, and I’ll agree to anything,’ she thought.

When Damien saw her nod, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

He thought, ‘Good, she forgave me. My bunny is actually this easy to cheer up. I really messed up before.’

Damien’s cold, sharp scent mixed with the smell of alcohol. When he’d kissed her earlier, she’d caught a whiff of the strong liquor on his breath, so intense, it stung, almost burning.

She never drank anything that strong, so just that tiny taste had made her feel like she might get drunk.

‘Could it be that my rejection left him heartbroken, driving him to drown his sorrows?’ she wondered. ‘Hmm, no way. Damien, that self-disciplined, controlled killer, would never let himself go like that.’

Jasmine asked, “But why did you drink so much?”

“Nothing,” Damien said.

“How could it be nothing if you drank that much?” Jasmine was still curious and insisted on knowing. “And when I turned you down, you just disappeared. Where did you…”

The rest of her words were silenced completely by his kiss.

It was then that Jasmine realized something was off. ‘Crap. This dark little spot is perfect for making out,’ she thought.

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What was more, she could clearly feel Damien’s breathing growing heavier, more unrestrained by the second.

He was like molten lava, as if he wanted to melt her right there.

Her heels were high. The kiss made her legs go weak. She could barely stand and was almost out of breath.

Her lips felt numb from kissing. It even hurt a little. ‘Crap, he’s really bad at kissing,’ she thought.

Jasmine complained right after, “Are you a puppy? You bit me so hard that it hurts.” She lifted a hand to touch her lips. “Did you bite me until I bled?”

“No,” he said.

“Oh,” she replied.

Damien was a killer. Even in the dark, with no light at all, his vision wasn’t affected. He could see clearly. The pretty woman in front of him had lips glistening with moisture.

He’d never kissed a woman before. Jasmine was the first. So it was no wonder his kissing was less than great.

But being criticized by Jasmine was a different story.

“Also, my feet are numb.” Jasmine asked softly, “Can we leave here?” She was afraid someone might walk by and catch them making out. That would be so embarrassing.

The answer was no.