Gradually, there was not a sound to be heard in the surroundings.
Beside her ears, was the vastness of silence.
Jasmine Yale buried her head between her knees, still entangled by his deep and mellow voice, and the way he called her name, "Jasy"...
It clung tightly to her, like a nightmare.
If not for the lingering smell of alcohol in the air, she would have wondered if he had even been there.
Reality told her that he had been.
His remnant scent of Agarwood Fragrance on her lips, in her hair, was slowly eroding her sanity.
He came to find her when he was drunk?
She had seen shameless, but never someone as shameless as this.
All the pent-up emotions inside Jasmine were stirred up in an instant, and the calm she had managed earlier that day began to spread uncontrollably.
A choking sensation.
Sweet Kitty circled restlessly around Jasmine's feet, unsettled by the boundless darkness.
Why hadn't Jasy turned on the lights?