The hot breath on her face startled Scarlett. Even when he was drunk, Jason's instincts were razor-sharp. She couldn't fathom how many dangers he had faced to develop such muscle memory.
Scarlett guiltily avoided his gaze. His grip on her wrist was a little painful. She struggled and said, "Let go of me first."
Jason froze, looked down, and realized what he had just done.
The turbidity in his eyes gradually cleared. He immediately let go, turned around, and let Scarlett leave on her own.
Scarlett quickly stood up from the bed. "You smell like alcohol. I'll get you some water for a bath."
"Thank you," Jason responded.
Scarlett turned and went to the bathroom.
Whether it was the high water temperature in the bathroom or the lingering heat from Jason's body, Scarlett only felt an unbe
