Thirty-Five

“Anything? Anything like what?” Donovan asked back, looking into her eyes. Her eyes suddenly got interesting to Donovan, they were gleaming and beautiful. She had brown gorgeous eyes, he thought, staring intently into them like he wanted to read her mind.

Donovan stretched his hand like he was going to touch her face and Jasmine expected it. Her eyes went shut, just to feel the warmth of his hands on her face but it never came. She opened her eyes and saw Donovan looking straight like he hadn't just teased her.

She hated it.

“Your seat belt,” he told her and she huffed before clasping it.

The ride was silent, neither of them saying a word to the other. Both are conflicted by their thoughts; they were both feeling the opposite of what they are supposed to feel.

Jasmine knew she wasn't supposed to wish for his touch, anticipate his touch and wish he would kiss her. She was supposed to do the opposite, seduce him and make him feel again but it seemed as if he was the one doing the w