CHAPTER TEN
That last command was how I found myself in the ridiculous, pajama-clad position of FaceTiming Jasper the next morning. At least the angle was flattering, all of gravity worked in your favor when you were lying with your head against the pillow and filming from above.
“You look yummy, sweetie.” It was as if we had forgotten all about our rivalry as trespassing intruder (Jasper) vs. backwoods wild thing (me) and leapt straight into boy meets girl. The weird thing was, it didn’t feel odd at all. It felt right.
I had forgotten how gravelly his voice was, and the sound of it pinged against my n*****s as if someone had gently tossed real pebbles at them. Direct hit.
“Thank you.” Great. Talking was never my strong suit, especially talking on the phone, and this was phone chat wit
