Jasmine’s POV
The moment the door closed behind him, I sat on the edge of my bed and covered my face with both hands. My cheeks felt hot, and the heat rushed all the way down my neck. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment, shock, or the unexpected intensity of being seen like that.
It was the first time a man had ever seen me naked.
Not even Charles.
We never reached that point. Not truly. Our relationship was full of dinners, business events, quiet movie nights, and his careful distance. He always said he wanted to wait, that he respected me, that we should take it slow. I accepted that because I thought he cared.
Now I wondered if he refused intimacy the same way he refused to stand beside me when the world watched.
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