He closed his eyes and expelled the air from his lungs.
She stared at him, shocked. What did he mean? She wasn’t ignoring him. It was the other way round.
He raised his hand and pushed a lock of his hair back from his brow. Jasmine wanted to reach up and touch it, run her fingers through it as he had just done to her. She looked away, afraid to keep her eyes on his, afraid that her legs would give way under her.
‘We’re meant to be together. Ye canna deny it. Please, darling girl, don’t torture me.’ He reached for her hand and drew her into the studio. Inside, Jasmine couldn’t stop herself. She lifted her hands and tangled them in his hair as he bent down and kissed her. It was a tender kiss, soft but searching, lingering yet growing in intensity as she responded.
Lachlan pulled away fi
