Jasper never felt weaker than at this moment.
He’d made a choice. A decision that was a result of adrenaline and an uncontrollable chain of events. At that moment, it seemed like a good idea. Now, sitting in a hotel room, swimming in his guilt, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
Aware of what he’d done, Jasper was still blind to the effect it’d have on him and his reality. He couldn’t imagine what tomorrow would bring, but he had a weird feeling it’d be a slap rather than a welcoming embrace. He hoped that the numb feeling in his chest would dissolve and be replaced by anything else, anything that wasn’t an ugly creature of guilt that hadn’t left him in days. In a completely masochistic way, he anticipated meeting Liam tomorrow.
“You seem sad.”