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“Yeah.” He pinches my ass. “More of you.”

He leaves the door open when he goes into the shower, and I drop on the bed with a sigh. Why do I feel like this will all change the second we leave the motel room? I shake my head. No. I can’t think like that. We’ll survive this terrible situation, overcome whoever is trying to hurt me and my dad, then we’ll see where our relationship goes afterwards.

Glancing at the bathroom where Jasper’s singing off key, I can’t help longing for more, much more of this.

Chapter 20

Jasper

I spend the rest of the day teaching Sofia how to use a knife. She slashes at the air uselessly at first, but slowly she gets better. I still manage to disarm her and tug her against me. She shoves at my chest with an impatient sound.

“You’re not Jasper right now.”

“No, I’m not.” I grin, giving her a hefty shove. “And what happens if someone other than Jasper touches you?”

She scratches me, kicks my shin, and gets away with the knife firmly in her grasp. With her hair in her face, her panting breaths, the way she watches me with murder in her eyes… fuck, it’s sexy. I come at her a few more times, and she actually cuts me.

She drops the knife, covers her face, then immediately puts her hands over the cut. “I’m so sorry, Jasper.”

“Good job.” I praise.

“I hurt you, pendejo! That’s not worthy of praise!” She holds my arm tightly and guides me to the uncomfortable little sofa. She looks at the slight wound and bites her lip, shaking her head. “I meant to come at you, but I thought you’d move and—”

I cup her face between my hands and press my forehead to hers. “You did everything right. I just wasn’t fast enough.”

“Shut up,” she grumbles.

“So you get to choose what we have for dinner.” I rub her cheek.

She pushes my hands away and walks to the bed. There’s the wall again. Sighing, I twist on the couch to look at her. “My hand is fine, Sofia. It’s barely a cut. Give it a day, and it will start healing again.”

“I know,” she replies, pulling back the covers, her voice sounding as glum as her expression.

“Okay, so, why that look on your face?”

“What look?”

“I don’t know… like someone just stole your fundraising idea or something.”

She shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Truth or dare?” I ask.

“What?”

“Me oiste.”

She sighs. “I keep forgetting you speak Spanish. Truth.”

“Why do you keep pulling away from me like that?”

“I’m not.”

“Sofia.”

She releases another deep exhale. “I don’t realize I am. Not really.”

“Then you should come back over here, where I can touch you.”

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