Chapter Thirty–three ~Hot and Cold~

Gwen

I froze when someone knocked on the door. Jasper quickly pulled away from me before the person came in. He straightens his shirt and sits up.

Another knock came before the door swung open. "Are you okay Gwen? I heard noises," Mother said. "Ah. Jasper! You're still here. Sorry for interrupting your little discussion then." She smiled and silently closed the door.

I was breathless. I couldn't respond to my mother because my voice stuck in my throat. She almost caught us making out. I was too shy to look at Jasper now. I don't know what came over me to have kissed him first. I felt the temperature rise. I was hot.

He had hesitated to kiss me. I saw it and I was impatient. When I breathed his scent, it made me go crazy. I wanted to envelop myself in it.

It was evident that we were both attracted to each other. But was I ready to do this with him? He never used to care about me, he bullied me throughout my childhood. I know he doesn't love me and might never.

Why should I even cons