The Wrong Woman

In her panic, Imogen placed her hands on Jasper's chest to create some distance between them.

His lips were moving, slightly parted, as if he wanted to deepen the kiss.

She felt overwhelmed and unable to calm her racing heart. Suddenly, she pushed him away.

Jasper was pushed to lean back against the sofa. He was a bit disappointed as he gazed at her.

Imogen flushed as she panted slightly. She took deep breaths before shyly saying, "I kissed you sincerely." Jasper gave a bitter smile and nodded.

The kiss had been no more than a polite peck. His disappointment stemmed from her pushing him away.

Imogen asked, "So, you won't report me?"

Jasper replied, "Yes."

"Thank you," Imogen replied before hastily getting off the sofa. With her face flushed, she grabbed her laptop and awkwardly rushed to the second floor. She acted as if she wanted to flee the scene. Jasper was panting while he was leaning back on the sofa, so he took deep breaths. He stared out the window, trying to calm his frustration and the burning in his chest.

Imogen rushed to the mirror. Her face was red, and

wrong

face with cold water, hoping to

the effect was overwhelming.

it was Jasper's handsomeness that caused

had always been attracted to good looks, and if he weren't so handsome,

she didn't leave her room again. She worked through the night, fixing one

someone whispering in her ear,

Half-asleep, she murmured, "Okay."

you stay

"Four..."

stay up late

two or three more days... so

caressing her hair. The was displeased but

shook her head and replied,