“Relax, honey. Try to stay calm,” Jim Jackson said gently.
“Relax my ass!”
I kicked out at him without thinking, but Jim caught my calf with one hand and gave me a sudden tug. I stumbled forward and fell right into his arms. The suddenness of it all made me recoil in disgust—especially because he smelled like Clarie.
That perfume… it used to be my favorite back in college.
But because of one careless comment from Clarie back then, foolish me had switched to a different brand, abandoning the scent I loved.
While I was lost in thought, Jim must’ve misinterpreted my reaction. He quickly lowered his head, aiming for my lips. My stomach lurched violently—I couldn’t hold it back and ended up vomiting directly onto his face.
Surprisingly, Jim didn’t even look angry.
He just smiled faintly,
