His Touch

In response to her brother's grumbling, Jasmine chuckled. She grabbed the shopping bag and ushered us inside. I looked around the corner of the room. For some reason, I was worried that my presence here would bring trouble.

    "I've already prepared dinner. Immediately follow me into the kitchen. Okay?" Jasmine glanced at me, and I responded with a small smile. Her long footsteps led her to disappear behind the wall, to the kitchen which I remember was not separated from the dining room.

I looked over at Jace who was taking off his navy blue coat over the gallows. After that, I helped him loosen his long tie. His intense and intense gaze made me uncomfortable. The two lenses of his eyes stared at me like a judgmental ones, making me look down in shame.

    "Don't look at me like that," I said.

    "Respond to the gaze of someone in front of you. That's called modesty." He pulled my chin so that our eyes met.