Ethan tossed his jacket onto the couch and turned to her, arms lashing out and hands grabbing either side of Jasmine's chair. His lips were mere inches away from hers, hovering with hot, easy breaths that pushed against her cheek while his eyes bore into hers. Jasmine slipped farther into the back of the chair. "Any control you thought you had when you came up here is long gone. I'm in charge now. I'm always in charge. Got it?










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