I couldn’t stop thinking about him all day.
After the intense night before, my body was still humming with leftover pleasure.
Every time I shifted in my seat during lectures, I felt the faint ache between my legs and remembered how Jasper had looked at me — like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
By evening, I was restless. I texted him:
Cassie: Coming to the club tonight. Save me a seat at the bar? 😉
His reply came almost instantly.
Jasper: Already saved. Hurry up. I miss you.
I smiled like an i***t the whole way there.
The club was buzzing when I arrived — music pulsing, lights flashing, the crowd lively but not overwhelming. Jasper was behind the bar, looking ridiculously hot in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong forearms. The seco
