Chapter Eleven
Donovan
Jasmine walked across the room, her hair falling in tousled waves around her shoulders and her sapphire eyes darkening as she approached me. She’d caught me off guard. I’d come home after what should’ve been a tiring day, still wrestling with a sense of restlessness. I’d thrown myself into working downstairs. Unfortunately, that hadn’t taken the edge off.
The moment I sensed Jasmine’s presence behind me, it was as if a whip snapped through the air, the sensation akin to lightning on a stormy day, electrifying everything.
She wore her cowboy boots with a skirt—a stretchy, cotton skirt that hugged her hips and flared just below her knees. Atop that, she wore a loose blouse with a scoop neck, the tiny buttons marching down the valley between her breasts—the sheer cr
