Jasmine’s POV

A new feeling engulfs me, twisting my heart into a painful lump as I stare into space, thinking about what happened a few minutes ago; the sight of Vicenzo on that torture chair in the next building and the way Xavier slammed his lips onto mine.

Unconsciously, my fingers go to my lips and I trace them, wondering what made him do that.

Is he attracted to me? Were my lips calling to him? Was he able to read my mind when I was thinking of how his lips would feel on mine?

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