Jasper rolled out of his bed and rushed over to Alyssa.


    “You-” she began. He grasped her wrist and spun her around dizzyingly into a hug. She bumped her


    head against his chest.


    “Lyse, I’m so d you’re safe,” Jasper mumbled repeatedly and rested his chin on her shoulder. He


    seemed to care more about her than himself even when he was injured.


    Alyssa refrained from touching Jasper. She protested, “You’re still injured. Don’t move around. Go back


    to your bed and rest now.”


    “No,” he stubbornly refused, tightening his arms around her.


    Widening her eyes, she sensed his fast-beating heart. Why? His body was warm and tense, his


    trembling suggesting something was wrong.


    “Jasper, you’re not quite yourself now. Please let go of me. You should-Mmph-” She was cut off when


    Jasper sealed her lips with a kiss. His heart raced, and his breathing was ragged.


    He inched closer to her while she strumbled backward until her back was pressed against the wall.


    Having nowhere to escape to, she was subjected to his aggressive kiss.


    Jasper closed his eyes and kissed her passionately, like an exhausted traveler who hade across


    an oasis. He forced her lips open, and their tongues intertwined.


    Her body flushed as he pressed against her and kissed her. His breathing stabilized after a while, and


    the trembling faded. Even his uncontroble desire was reigned in.


    Still, he kissed her as forcefully and as deeply as before, and he would have continued doing so all day


    if not because she was out of breath.


    After the kiss, they were sweaty and panting. Jasper’s patient outfit was drenched and clung to his


    solid chest. He might as well not wear anything.


    Even his pale lips became rosy. Was he trying to kiss his way back to recovery?


    “You bastard! How dare you attack me right after you woke up?” she cursed him out harshly as she


    struggled to gather herself after the kiss.


    He replied. “And I’ll only attack you.” After the kiss, he felt much refreshed. The bothering frustration no


    longer lingered.


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    His eyes deepened. He boldly pressed hirnself against her and lifted her chin as he remarked, “But it


    doesn’t hurt, does it?”


    “Get lost! Get into your bed!” She looked away as her heart raced.


    “I won’t.”


    “Are you not even listening to me now?” she blurted out.


    After a pause, he grinned and replied, “Of course, I’ll listen to you, but…” He swallowed hard and


    tickled her nose with a hot breath. “… only after I have enough of the kissing.”


    Before she could react, he pinned her wrists against the wall. He showered her with aggressive kisses


    once again.


    It was after dusk when Alyssa freed herself from Jasper. She limped exhaudly to Abel’s office, sweaty


    and in a daze.


    She and Jasper did nothing more than kiss, but it somehow felt as though they had scored a home run.