All Chapters of Color Me with Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

I gradually drifted off in thought again. My mind was filled with images of that night—how these hands had roamed over me, explored places no one had ever ventured before, and brought me such overwhelming pleasure, making me feel both alive and on the verge of collapse. I felt like I was completely ruined. My head was filled with nothing but indecent thoughts. …"Is the area with the fibrocystic growth hurting again?"Jonathan finished washing his hands, disinfected them, and dried them before walking over to me. "Sorry, Katie. I've been really busy these past few days and couldn't reach out to you right away." I stared at him in a daze. It had only been three days, but he seemed thinner already. A faint stubble had grown on his chin—he clearly hadn't had time to shave.I couldn't help but raise my hand and gently touch it. "Jonathan, you didn't even shave. You look ugly." He grabbed my hand, rubbing his chin against my palm with a soft chuckle. "I'll go shave now."

The agreement wasn't handed to me—it was thrown in my face.I moved into a new rental apartment, trying hard to pull myself together. During this time, Jonathan contacted me several times. I only gave brief replies when he asked about my health. He also tried to meet up with me. But after thinking it over for a long time, I refused. I was afraid that the moment I saw him, I'd lose control. I'd want to hug him, kiss him, sleep with him. I'd want to make him completely mine. But at the same time, I stayed painfully clear-headed, afraid that this beautiful dream would end up being nothing more than an illusion.Jonathan didn't push me or cling to me. Sometimes, I'd scroll through his social media. He rarely posted—just updates about morning runs or night jogs. I felt like a creep, zooming in on his photos, greedily taking in every detail of him. Work gradually started becoming difficult. I had a vague feeling that maybe Jasper was pulling strings behind the scenes.

"I was wearing a man's shirt." Jasper's pupils contracted instantly, and his face gradually turned ashen. "That shirt belongs to him. We were together that night—drank, talked, and slept." "Katherine!" he roared through gritted teeth. "Don't be mad," I tilted my head slightly. "Didn't you and Kimberly do the same? Besides, we hadn't even broken up at that time." "That's different! I was just messing around with her! If I really liked her, there'd be no place for you!" Jasper's voice was low and furious, nearly trembling with rage. "You're right, it is different. Because I'm serious. I really like him." "Who the hell is this guy?" Jasper was about to lose his mind. No one had ever dared to steal what was his—until now. "I swear I'll skin him alive!" He was seething, completely unhinged."Who do you want to skin?" A deep, cold voice sounded from behind him.It was like someone had pulled the plug on Jasper—his whole body froze. After a long moment, he stiffly tu