“It’s like something snapped in him overnight,” Amara said with a helpless look. “He always acted restrained before, but now that he knows I’m healthy… suddenly his libido woke up like it’s been sleeping for years.”
Both Jasper and Juliette burst out laughing.
Amara looked completely exhausted as she dropped backward against the couch dramatically.
“Aaahhh…” she groaned loudly, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I’m so tired. My head hurts.”
Juliette immediately laughed and reached over to pat her knee.
“You know what? Stop worrying about it so much,” she said gently. “At least now you can calm down. The misunderstanding is over, and you don’t have to keep stressing about it every second.”
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Juliette slowly turned toward Jasper with a mischievous smile spreading across her face.
“So…” she dragged out teasingly, “what’s going on with that married woman who keeps staring at your body like a starving predator? Did you run into her again today?”
The second she mentioned it, Jasper looked physically pained.
“Oh my fucking God, stop it,” he cried out dramatically.
He dropped his head back against the couch and covered his face with both hands as if suffering from deep emotional trauma.
“That woman is the horror of my life,” he groaned. “Why does this kind of thing only happen to me?”
His words were badly slurred from alcohol, and his body swayed slightly where he sat.
“I swear,” he muttered miserably through gritted teeth, “I’m being hunted.”
“You know what? I’m getting rid of her for good today,” Jasper declared while slouching deeper into the couch. “This is seriously getting out of hand. I’m tired of her trying to grab me every single time I’m anywhere near her.”
His words were slurred badly from alcohol.
With clumsy movements, he fumbled for his phone and nearly dropped it before finally managing to unlock it.
“I need proof,” he muttered.
His shaky fingers opened the camera app, and he suddenly pointed the phone toward Juliette’s face.
“Wait, let me take a picture of you.”
Juliette immediately shoved his arm away.
“Absolutely not.”
Jasper squinted drunkenly at the screen before making a disgusted face.
“You look ugly right now,” he complained, his nose scrunching dramatically.
“What?!” Juliette yelled, smacking his shoulder while laughing.
Still grumbling, Jasper lazily turned the camera away from her and toward Amara instead.
Amara was sprawled against the couch with her head tilted back against the cushions. Her hair was spread messily behind her, her cheeks flushed pink from alcohol, and her lipstick was slightly smudged.
She looked exhausted.
And somehow, that messy, tired look made her even prettier.
Jasper’s eyes immediately lit up.
