[chapter twenty-eight]
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~Jeffy's POV~
Uh. I think Jasmine is kissing me.
Yeah. She's definitely kissing me, her hands on my waist, pulling me closer to her. Instinctively, I pull her into my arms as I deepen the kiss, never wanting to let go of her. She feels so good against me.
I love kissing Jasmine.
Uh.
Either I'm really, really trashed or I hear something.
I think I hear whistling and hooting. I break apart and everyone in the room is looking at me. What? A guy can't kiss a girl?
"Go Gordon!" "Whooo, yeah man!" "Check out Jeff with the hottie!"
Apparently not.
Wow. I've never seen Jasmine blush before. Not even a little. She pulls away from me, her face slightly red, as confused by the noise and wolf whistling as I feel.
She smiles just a little at me, then gives me the tiniest of winks. I look at her, completely dumbfounded, until she grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for another searing kiss.
Whoa. Okay.
After a few long, perfect seconds of this, she pulls away again, and throws a huge grin over her shoulder at the crowd of men staring at her. "Got a problem, boys?" She says, putting her hands on her hips, as though daring them to say something.
"No." "Hey, cool with me." "Naw. Nothin'."
"Good." She says, taking my hand and leading me towards the dining room. I'm trying really hard not to fall over or drop my beer on anyone as I follow her lead.
Hang on, I don't have my beer anymore. Oops. Musta dropped it somewhere.
"Baby … " I say as we walk into the darkened room, kept separate from the partygoers. "What the hell … "
"I'm still not really happy with you, and we still have things to say to each other. But not tonight." Jasmine says, but not harshly. Just … clearly. "With me?"
I nod, unable to really speak. My tongue feels all funny and mushy. How many of those damn beers did I have?
"Why did you do that?" I ask. Geez, I sound like a little kid.
She smiles slyly. "Because you needed me to."
"Why?"
"To show those pricks out there who you are." She smiles. "Wild Child Gordon. Trust me. You needed me to."
"Jasmine … please … " I want her to stay with me. I need her to stay with me. By my side. Tonight. Don't walk away. "You didn't have to … "
"I know."
"But … "
"Don't drink too much, huh? I don't want you to have a nasty hangover in the morning." She says, touching my cheek tenderly. "I'll catch up with you later."
And before I can stammer another sentence, she's gone, back out into the maelstrom of the party.
This has definitely been one of
the weirdest weeks of my life.